Luyện nghe bài hát Switch Styles

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

switching, no teams
We switching teams baby, ha already
It's Changin' Click, hey Mix Tape Messiah
Let's go, let's go, go yeah

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When it comes to this rap nigga, passionate for it brah
Your CD packages showing up, laughing after blowing up
Think I'm playing by my pistol, I'm smacking it over ya
spiders off my rims, like I got arach-a-naphobia

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

'Cause I'm a Texas tycoon, flat TV in my room
So many flakes in my paint, say I 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

Won't see no damn silver spoon, my mouth just my kitchen
I'm popped up with the up wreck, in other words we tipping
Looked in my garage, noticed a couple is missing
Let me see one two three, my bad I'm

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

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

Commercial hurt you, 'cause that's gon' get you mo' cash
But spend that on security, 'cause we gon' whip your ass
Music slower than a running turtle, tell you what they sip in my
Samuel Jackson, Goldberg, Oprah Winfrey the color purple

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

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

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

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

We gon' slap box, as we done
shit was no test, let's see who gets the most hits to the head
I'ma slap the shit out you watch, wish a would
Let the motherfucker touch me, I'm gon' smack the out of him
I no fucking punk, nigga you better get that, aah hold up
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