Luyện nghe bài hát Swag Surfin

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

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

around like im thirty feet tall
Tiger Woods all these hoes tryna birdy balls
In the Porche 911 like calls
Man i just be chillin', I'm like Lou Rawls
Money in the building, I'm puttin' up new walls
Nigga take Mrs. Officer and set some new laws
My flow is like rubbin' two
Young Moula we the new shit and new
Now get off my dick, I ain't fucking
Watch me shoot to the bank, I'm a money
Weezy beat the beat up Sonny Liston
Red bone do me good, then her friend or
I mean her bitch, she never met her best friend or
I leave that pussy Microsoft like 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 right by the
Katrina wiped the city out but couldn't wit Holly Grove
Lost some real niggas I from a long time ago
But Heaven or Hell, I'm hopin' they be where Imma go
Take a gale and make her come give me a private show
Still long hair, don't care, like a
I'm the hardest go in your ass and search
I this verse, so I swag and surf
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