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, switching styles
You know I'm 'bout, switch everything nigga

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

I was at Strokers in ATL, and they was Cham and sluts
My nigga Killa's Klan with us, and did some sh, I discuss
They was bad was yellow, they was saying can you handle us
Pull the knob on the ceiling, 'cause I'm about to handle up

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

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

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

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

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

Sixty inch TV screen, I could view the side angle
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 told my mama thanks, now the king is what I fool

When it comes to rap game nigga, passionate for it brah
Your CD packages showing up, after it's blowing up
I'm playing by my pistol, until I'm smacking it over ya
Shooting spiders off my rims, like I got

St. Lunatics say it's tipped, for me pimp is the drill
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

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 beauties, come in to clean my lagoon

Won't see no damn 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, my paint change to blue
By the way my paint to red, you would swear I'm claiming that too
Yeah, they be that Whoo Kid, and be banging that Clue
But down in Texas the changer, ain't changing from Screw

Seen the that you spittin' at me
I the slugs that you missin' at me
you and you ain't getting 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

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

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

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

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

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

We gon' slap box, soon as we
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 touch me, I'm gon' smack the shit out of him
I no fucking punk, nigga you better get that, aah hold up
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