Luyện nghe bài hát Switch Styles

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

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

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

up at the hotel, now is this chick a fan or what
If she that's a plus, but not that Crys' 'cause that's for us
Come to the 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 rhyme that'll
I wreck so I get respect in the digital underground, I'm Pac
Labels scheme and they plot, they me sign on the dot
I cracked a platinum smile and he knew, was a sign I would not

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

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

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

Sixty inch TV screen, I could from the side angle
In my you'll get lost, it's like the Bermuda 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 game nigga, for it brah
CD packages showing up, laughing after it's blowing up
Think I'm playing by my pistol, until I'm it over ya
Shooting spiders off my rims, like I got

St. Lunatics say it's tipped, for me that is the drill
she tasting my testicles, see the tip of my steel
Know you getting scrill, pulling up on whips with the grill
And if that slab only got fo' you know, it's 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, yeah they'll be leaning by
And the two Brazilian beauties, come in to my lagoon

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

Kinda look like I'm crippling, when my paint to blue
By the way my paint to red, you would swear I'm claiming that too
Yeah, they be banging Whoo Kid, and be banging that Clue
But down in Texas the changer, never changing from Screw

Seen the slugs you spittin' at me
I mean the that you missin' at me
Seen you and you ain't at me
Man the game is really getting
ATL with Killa Kill, Quo and that Lil' Scrappy
I don't wear no throwbacks, 'cause the trend is really 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 than a running turtle, tell you they sip in my circle
Samuel Jackson, Whoopie Goldberg, Winfrey the color purple

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

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

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

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

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