Luyện nghe bài hát Switch Styles

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

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

I was at Strokers in ATL, and they was showing and sluts
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 to handle up

Showing up at the hotel, now is this a fan or what
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 up a can of suck

sells, I swear I spit a rhyme that'll shock
I wreck so I get in the digital underground, like I'm Pac
Labels scheme and they plot, 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 of a window, I'ma wind down my watch
Pussy passenger still mad, I'm rewinding on chops
Tossed his work my lap, and said that I got the rocks

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

Back that I'm Israel, I'm Istanbul I'm thinking
Foreign cars no I'm dressing up, 'cause the only comes after Navi
Students getting out of school, graduating 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 get lost, it's like the Bermuda Triangle
Said I'd knew you'd be a king, so Hakim is I named you
I told my mama thanks, now the king is what I fool

When it comes to this rap game nigga, for it brah
Your CD packages showing up, laughing it's blowing up
I'm playing by my pistol, until I'm smacking it over ya
Shooting spiders off my rims, 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 scrill, pulling up on whips with the grill
And if that slab only got fo' you know, missing a wheel

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

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

Kinda look like I'm crippling, when my paint change to
By the way my change to red, you would swear I'm claiming that too
Yeah, they be banging Whoo Kid, and be banging that Clue
But in Texas the changer, ain't 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 crappy
ATL with Killa Kill, Status Quo and Lil' Scrappy
I don't wear no throwbacks, 'cause the trend is getting tacky

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

Ha-ha, that was a one
That was a 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 bomb you, worse than Osama
Get it in your head, nigga I tried to ya

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

We gon' slap box, as we done
That 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 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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