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 a mark Im here
Niggas get cozy, its gon be a long
Im not by myself so dont try from the rear
I got Dizzy runnin with me, Id advise you be

(Uh, racing, I got a duffle bag
Try to snatch it, your face into a punchin bag
The ladies the tats, want to lick em front to back
her once 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 take a
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
flow, Steve Harvey said I was Romeo
You chasing women, Im chasing God only knows
If you dont think we rock the show, then what the fuck you for?)

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

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

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

(Your is awful 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 nobody can fuck with me)

Now thats a commonality we share
Im bout to take flight lookin for a low fare
A few resist the urge to look, but most
You aint never ball, just 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 been a
You been a weirdo, you probably hang out Dennis Rodman)

sittin court-side, gettin your hair-doo died
Your mama must not gettin her fuckin tubes tied
In a double-knot to the fuckin 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 funky
I got the purple, you are too commercial
My lyrics deliver murder, we do shit, no rehearsal)

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

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

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

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

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

(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
SwizZzle told me aint nobody could wit this)