Luyện nghe bài hát Switch Styles

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

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

I was at Strokers in ATL, and they was showing and sluts
My nigga Killa's Klan with us, and did some sh, I 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

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

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

No warrants when the laws pull up behind, stop
Princes cuts the size of a window, I'ma wind down my
passenger 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
Onlookers wonder, if I'm level or humble
Till I get to speaking bout drama, then I end a sentence with

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

Sixty inch TV screen, I could view from the side
In my crib you'll get lost, like the Bermuda Triangle
Said I'd knew 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 this rap game nigga, passionate for it
Your CD packages showing up, after it's blowing up
Think I'm playing by my pistol, until I'm it over ya
Shooting spiders off my rims, I got arach-a-naphobia

St. Lunatics say it's tipped, for me that pimp is the
While she tasting my testicles, see the tip of my
Know you that 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 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, yeah they'll be by noon
And the two Brazilian beauties, come in to my lagoon

Won't see no damn silver spoon, my mouth just my kitchen
I'm popped up the trunk 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 like I'm crippling, when my paint change to blue
By the way my change to red, you would swear I'm claiming that too
Yeah, they be banging that Whoo Kid, and be banging that
But down in Texas the changer, ain't never changing Screw

Seen the slugs you spittin' at me
I mean the 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 Scrappy
I wear no throwbacks, 'cause the trend is really getting tacky

Commercial won't hurt you, that's gon' get you mo' cash
But spend that 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 Winfrey the purple

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

I told you you don't problems, you didn't believe 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 boys acting like, be getting do'
But you can't hide the truth, a real gon' know
All these boys acting like, they really hoes
But you hide the truth, a real nigga gon' know
All these boys acting like, they can call a
Let's break these 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, Mi-Mix Tape, Mi-Mix Messiah
Hey I'm fins to do my thang, hey I'm Color Change
Hey we fins to do our thang, hey I'm Color Change

We gon' box, soon as we done
That shit was no test, let's see who gets the hits to the head
I'ma slap the 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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