Luyện nghe bài hát Switch Styles

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

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

I was at Strokers in ATL, and they was Cham and sluts
My Killa's Klan with us, and did some sh, I can't discuss
was bad they was yellow, they was saying 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 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 meal out of my nuts, and up a can of suck

Controversy sells, I 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, they telling me on the dot
I a platinum smile and he knew, that was a sign I would not

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

fall like rain, while my trunk shaking like thunder
[Incomprehensible], my verse like a mumble
Onlookers wonder, if I'm headed or humble
I get to speaking 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, 'cause the only gator after Navi
Students getting out of barber school, graduating they happy
All my hoes got longer hair, than 'cause of it on the Adams

Sixty inch TV screen, I could view the side angle
In my crib you'll get lost, it's the Bermuda Triangle
Said I'd knew you'd be a king, so is what I named you
I told my mama thanks, now the 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 by my pistol, until I'm smacking it over ya
spiders off my rims, like I got arach-a-naphobia

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

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

Won't see no damn silver spoon, inside my just my kitchen
I'm popped up with the trunk up wreck, in other 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 that Whoo Kid, and be banging that Clue
But down in Texas the changer, ain't never from Screw

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

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

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

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

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

Mix Tape, Mi-Mix Tape, Mi-Mix Messiah
Mix Tape, Tape, Mi-Mix Tape 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 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' the shit out of him
I ain't no fucking punk, you better get that, aah hold up
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