Luyện nghe bài hát Turn My Swag On Freestyle

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I'm in the zone, go!

I mean to brag
But my cash
Yeah I like I'm worth a million bucks
Yeah, I'm countin'

Got that corporate
And my cash
But in the streets I make a million bucks
Yeah, show me the

You be
be in London. No lauren
They claim to do it for the block cuz the ones not tourin
believin in these streets rappers claim to be on
They really in front of like Alonzo Mourning (Internet)
At the rucca with the blucca cuz the of my charm
Street baller, ain't no need to work on my form
King of the underground feel the mixtape Bun
Label don't even to move until my mixtapes done
Bad Breezy in the A then do I want
And she say that's right, ok, and yeah like she Lil'
Sleepin over in the dorm with your is a norm'
In the jacuzzi with my Black Berry on I'm Ron
Look my iPhone if a bad chick what you want
Williams sneak a peak, and big pimpin' was born
Swag deposit in my closet, whatever you want
So many horses that my stylist call me da Don
I be workin dawn, ladies say I ain't fun
I down with that complainin so right now you been warned
X'd out of my black booklet you wanna be one
So many X's they addresses lookin like it's porn
And that's just my but she still on my arm
I send her to Magic City you gon' think she storm
She over in the morn', she can bet I'll be gone
Shoulda known that dot com, be a member and

Cuz when she hop up out the bed, be gone
On my grind you even wake up
Yeah, I know you me

I don't like no so I guess that I'm greedy
I walk in Michael Jordan's kitchen and walk out with his
So much jewelry that my lookin' frosted as Jeezy
Closet freezy, like that big commercial on TV
Rollin' wit a chick magnet I Arab money
Could wake up in your momma's bed like I'm your stepdad,
I'm too sick another's nostrils ain't gon' get runny
Pimpin' and Hugh Hefner, I could pimp that bunny
Chamilli is the truth, puke is what I
I'm so sick that if I spit it look like Cranberry
Look who's touching on the head, you could say she loose
I lean backwards while chick is playing duck, duck, goose
These rappers can't see me call me the hidden truth
And I'm probably about to wreck it there's a hidden booth
All these rappers is fruity but ask me for proof
so sweet, I can't name them without chippin' a tooth
Not in my Fave 5, not of my business group
So your chick get in the coup, she's part of my chicken coop
You don't know who kill it, you need to be introduced
And you to just keep one eye on me like Zeus
Cuz

I mean to brag
But my cash
Yeah I like I'm worth a million bucks
Yeah, I'm 100's

Got corporate Swag
And my long
But in the streets I make a million bucks
Yeah, me the money