Luyện nghe bài hát Swizzzy Wright

[Intro -
Bom bom bom bom
Oh, bom bom bom
Hey, bom bom bom bom
All-right, we go

[Verse - & (Dizzy Wright)]
Yo, one, two check like a Im here
Niggas get cozy, its gon be a long
Im not by myself so dont try that from the
I got Dizzy runnin with me, Id you be aware

(Uh, mindset racing, I got a bag
Try to it, turn your face into a punchin bag
The love the tats, want to lick em front to back
Fuck her once she sneakin out and I dont she comin back)

Nah, and I dont think shes coming neither
So you should quit callin and and take a breather
She fuck with you cause her ? beaver
Now she moved on, I you seen the logo on her T-shirt

(Uh, high life Im blowin on a lonely road
Dummy flow, Harvey said I was Romeo
You chasing women, Im chasing what God knows
If you dont think we rock the show, then what the fuck you for?)

Now me that, huh, why you on that bullshit?
get screwed like a driver, get your tool kit
Im schooling niggas and Im handing out the
You talkin like you got it but you even proved shit

(Boy you aint never moved shit, you dont move
livin wit your grand-mama and your two kids
You a broke confused kid, a
Never secondary, I grind its necessary)

Man I talk shit to talk it
The rap like TV or down
On different shit and ? Im fucking awkward
Im in your shittin on your granite faucet

(Your shit is boy dont try to get in touch with me
flow, I two girls, one cup the beat
Smoking weed, getting high a couple freaks
That love the D, especially, cause cant nobody can fuck me)

Now a commonality we both share
Im to take flight just lookin for a low fare
A few resist the urge to look, but most
You aint ball, just your bitch got no pair

(You got it boy, Barry Bond in your fuckin
Top Ramen watch p-ssy? got nothing in
Boy stop it, I get it poppin, I a problem
You been a weirdo, you probably out with Dennis Rodman)

Your sittin court-side, gettin your died
Your must regret not gettin her fuckin tubes tied
In a to preventing the fuckin shame
Of having a man without an asset to his name

(Uh, your rap career no realer then a monkey turtle
I smoke too much, Im always in a funky
I got the purple, you are too commercial
My lyrics murder, we do this shit, no rehearsal)

Man practice, the fuck is practice? A.I
Im insect repellent to those they stay fly
Dizzy me how to cook, now I bake pies
Stupid ass swag, I got my fuckin brain fried

(I swear my long like a giraffe neck
wanna try, and say she havin bad sex
I wake up, swag out, and then I cash
This rapper got me wantin to enter a math tech)

You get your work check, it, and break down to ones
Then em on male strippers when you need some fun
I a cheque then deposit it into my savings fund
Re-up on tree when Im on E and my mom a couple bucks

(Moms comfy, now dudley
I think Im the bomb, because I the bomb on me
Bomb dot com, slash con, Simmons, Kennedy Don
YG, these ratchets, who be fuckin around with my time, uh)

Eh, one time (uh), last one for the homies (uh)
? a little bit of (huh?)
That means Im gettin like I got no common shit
Im high wit Dizzy, dizzy, faded off a couple hits

(We on the up quick, Funk Volume runnin shit
Breeze got me sippin and haters yall can suck a dick
Im Dizzy Wright and Im faded in on some shit
SwizZzle told me aint nobody fuck wit this)