Luyện nghe bài hát Swag Surfin

No Ceilings..
O-o-ok, I got this chrome on Bugatti
I'm in this Bugatti
Two V8's ain't no such thing as driving calm in this
I'm bad,
I'm
I the purp',
Don't with me 'cause right now I'm higher than Captain Kirk,
I swear I be the nigga, you can ask the nurse
And if you throw it in the bag, I bet snatch her purse
OK I spazz, I
You last, I'm
I'm on yo' ass, like
Behind cash, get murked
I'm talkin' big shit nigga, join my hit nigga
the matter? Check ur bladder I'm the shit piss nigga
Shoot the witness,
court in the streets
And this nigga
Old dickless
Man im runnin' the blucka
Young muthafucka
You we won't do our thang..
ain't it sunny in the summer?
And we for the comers
And whoever us
And you know Imma bust my ass until my very humongous
I T.I. hold ya head
And hold ya head
Wish I could but I can't say some other names of the Feds
Until my bloods, red
Man you how we play it
And if it cost to be the boss, oh I guess I gotta pay it
I'm a New Orleans nigga, I take no shit
Take the brain off the whip now it don't no sense
Stunt hard on bitches I ain't promised tomorrow
Not when they kicking it with me no mo' garciaparra
Flute rollin' killer plants, the tool shop of horror
And we roll them bitches thick, make 'em look like
Man I'm too much for these niggas, and three much for these
Whe World is in my hands, and I keep my closed

I my baby mommas, they get my highest honor
Gotta take of them kids, man I know you heard Obama
And I on an island, Atlantic in my backyard
I just tell my pilot to it in my backyard
Quarter shot gun, you don't get any sack yards
Bitch I ball hard, breakin' all the back
boy Floyd step up I will crack yours
And even at the White House we pull up at the doors

Walk around like im thirty tall
Tiger Woods all these hoes tryna birdy these
In the Porche 911 emergency calls
Man i just be chillin', I'm like Lou Rawls
Young in the building, I'm puttin' up new walls
Nigga your Mrs. Officer and set some new laws
My flow is like rubbin' two
Moula we the new shit and new draws
Now get off my dick, I ain't fucking
me shoot to the bank, I'm a money pistol
Weezy beat the up like Sonny Liston
Red bone do me good, her friend or sista
I mean her bitch, she never met her best friend or
I leave pussy Microsoft like Windows Vista
toochie, pop that coochie for a goon, hoe
Bullet in your boy memory, now you act you don't know
Eastside who i do it fo', Eagle Street by the store
Katrina wiped the city out but couldn't fuck wit Grove
Lost some real niggas I knew from a time ago
But Heaven or Hell, I'm hopin' that be where Imma go
Take a nigga gale and her come give me a private show
long hair, don't care, like a Navajo
I'm the shit go in your ass and search
I smash this verse, so I and surf
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