Luyện nghe bài hát Switch Styles

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

switching, no teams
We ain't teams baby, ha already
It's Changin' Click, hey Mix Tape Messiah
go, let's 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 some sh, I can't
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

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
Come to the hotel wondering if you stripping, that's a
Make a meal out of my nuts, and up a can of suck

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

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

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

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

Sixty TV screen, I could view from the side angle
In my you'll get lost, it's like the Bermuda Triangle
Said I'd knew be a king, so Hakim is what I named you
I told my mama thanks, now the 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 off my rims, like I got arach-a-naphobia

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

I'm a Texas tycoon, flat TV screens in my room
So many flakes in my paint, say I Vidal Sassoon
Fish in the fish tank sip drank, yeah 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 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 change to red, you swear I'm claiming that too
Yeah, they be banging Whoo Kid, and be banging that Clue
But down in Texas the changer, ain't never changing Screw

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

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

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

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

All these boys acting like, be getting do'
But you can't hide the truth, a real baller gon'
All these acting like, they ain't really hoes
But you can't hide the truth, a real nigga know
All these boys acting like, they can 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, 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 Color

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