Luyện nghe bài hát Switch Styles

As we get on the this evening
Ha-ha, it's Koopa nigga, it's Koopa
Ay man switch styles man, stay styles
You know I'm tal'n 'bout, switch nigga

switching, no teams
We ain't teams baby, ha already
It's Color Click, hey Mix Tape Messiah
Let's go, go, let's go yeah

I was at in ATL, and they was showing Cham and sluts
My nigga Killa's Klan with us, and did sh, I can't discuss
They was bad they was yellow, they was can you handle us
Pull the door knob on the ceiling, 'cause I'm to handle up

up at the hotel, now is this chick a fan or what
If she sipping that's a plus, but not that Crys' that's for us
Come to the hotel if you stripping, that's a must
a meal out of my nuts, and open up a can of suck

Controversy sells, I swear I spit a rhyme that'll
I wreck so I get in the digital underground, like I'm Pac
Labels scheme and they plot, they me sign on the dot
I cracked a smile and he knew, that was a sign I would not

No warrants when the laws up behind, I'ma stop
Princes the size of a window, I'ma wind down my watch
Pussy still mad, 'cause I'm rewinding on chops
Tossed his work inside my lap, and said I got the rocks

Screens fall like rain, while my trunk like thunder
[Incomprehensible], my verse sound like a
Onlookers wonder, if I'm level headed or
I get to speaking bout drama, then I end a sentence with uh-uh

Back that I'm Israel, I'm I'm thinking Pakistani
Foreign cars no I'm dressing up, 'cause the gator comes after Navi
Students getting out of barber school, they getting happy
All my hoes got longer hair, 'cause of it on the Adams Family

Sixty inch TV screen, I could from the side angle
In my crib you'll get lost, it's like the Bermuda
I'd knew you'd be a king, so Hakim is what I named you
I my mama thanks, now the king is what I claim fool

When it comes to rap game nigga, passionate for it brah
CD packages showing up, laughing after it's blowing up
Think I'm playing by my pistol, until I'm smacking it ya
Shooting spiders off my rims, like I got

St. Lunatics say tipped, for me that pimp is the drill
While she my testicles, see the tip of my steel
Know you getting that scrill, pulling up on whips the grill
And if that slab got fo' you know, it's missing a wheel

'Cause I'm a tycoon, flat TV screens in my room
So flakes in my paint, say I need Vidal Sassoon
Fish in the fish tank gon' sip drank, they'll be leaning by noon
And the two Brazilian beauties, in to clean my lagoon

see no damn silver spoon, inside my mouth just my kitchen
I'm popped up with the trunk up wreck, in other we tipping
in my garage, noticed a couple cars is missing
Let me see one two three, my bad I'm

Kinda look I'm crippling, when my paint change to blue
By the way my paint to red, you would swear I'm claiming that too
Yeah, be banging that Whoo Kid, and be banging that Clue
But down in Texas the changer, ain't changing from Screw

Seen the slugs you spittin' at me
I mean the slugs you missin' at me
Seen you and you getting at me
Man the game is really getting
ATL with Killa Kill, Status Quo and that Lil'
I don't wear no throwbacks, 'cause the trend is getting tacky

Commercial won't you, 'cause that's gon' get you mo' cash
But spend that cash on security, 'cause we whip your ass
Music slower a running turtle, tell you what they sip in my circle
Jackson, Whoopie Goldberg, Oprah Winfrey the color purple

Ha-ha, that was a one
was a good one, ha-ha

I told you you want problems, you didn't believe it
Go get a bodyguard, you're gonna need it
We're gonna you, worse than Osama
Get it in head, nigga I tried to warn ya

All these boys acting like, be getting do'
But you can't hide the truth, a real gon' know
All these boys acting like, ain't really hoes
But you can't hide the truth, a real gon' know
All these boys like, they can call a stone
Let's these boys off, and let 'em know we got it sowed

Mix Tape, Tape, Mi-Mix Tape Messiah
Mix Tape, Mi-Mix Tape, Mi-Mix Tape
Mix Tape, Tape, Mi-Mix Tape Messiah
Hey I'm fins to do my thang, hey I'm repping Change
Hey we fins to do our thang, hey I'm repping Change

We gon' slap box, as we done
That shit was no test, let's see who gets the hits to the head
I'ma slap the shit out you watch, wish a nigga
Let the touch me, I'm gon' smack the shit out of him
I ain't no fucking punk, nigga you get that, aah hold up
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