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

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

Nah, and I dont think shes back neither
So you should callin and textin and take a breather
She only fuck you cause her ? beaver
Now she moved on, I know you seen the on her T-shirt

(Uh, high Im blowin ghosts on a lonely road
Dummy flow, Steve Harvey I was Romeo
You women, Im chasing what 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?
get screwed like a driver, get your tool kit
Im niggas and Im handing out the rubric
You like you got it but you havent even proved shit

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

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

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

Now thats a commonality we share
Im bout to flight just lookin for a low fare
A few resist the urge to look, but most
You aint never ball, just your bitch got no

(You got it boy, Barry Bond in your noggin
Top Ramen watch p-ssy? got 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, gettin your hair-doo
Your mama must not gettin her fuckin tubes tied
In a double-knot to preventing the fuckin
Of having a grown man without an to his name

(Uh, your rap career aint no realer then a monkey
I smoke too much, Im in a funky 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 claimin they fly
Dizzy taught me how to cook, now I pies
Stupid ass swag, like I got my fuckin brain

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

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

(Moms comfy, now find
I think Im the bomb, because I the bomb 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)
? a little bit of (huh?)
That means Im gettin like I got no common shit
Im high wit Dizzy, gettin dizzy, faded off a couple

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