Luyện nghe bài hát Swizzzy Wright

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

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

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

Nah, and I dont think coming back neither
So you should quit callin and textin and a breather
She only fuck with you her ? beaver
Now she on, I know you seen the logo on her T-shirt

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

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

(Boy you aint moved shit, you dont move bricks
Still livin wit your and your two kids
You a broke confused kid, a
secondary, I grind whenever its necessary)

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

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

Now thats a we both share
Im bout to take flight 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 in your fuckin noggin
Top Ramen p-ssy? got nothing in common
Boy it, I get it poppin, I been a problem
You a weirdo, you probably hang out with Dennis Rodman)

Your sittin court-side, your hair-doo died
Your mama must not gettin her fuckin tubes tied
In a double-knot to preventing the shame
Of having a grown man without an asset to his

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

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

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

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

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

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

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