Luyện nghe bài hát Swag Surfin

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

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

Walk like im thirty feet tall
Tiger Woods all these hoes tryna birdy these
In the Porche 911 emergency calls
Man i be chillin', I'm cool like Lou Rawls
Young Money in the building, I'm up new walls
Nigga take Mrs. Officer and set some new laws
My is like rubbin' two logs
Young we the new shit and new draws
Now get off my dick, I ain't witcha
Watch me shoot to the bank, I'm a pistol
Weezy the beat up like Sonny Liston
Red bone do me good, her friend or sista
I mean her bitch, she never met her friend or sister
I leave that pussy Microsoft Windows Vista
Young toochie, pop 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 knew a long time ago
But Heaven or Hell, I'm hopin' they be where Imma go
Take a nigga gale and make her give me a private show
Still long hair, don't care, like a
I'm the hardest shit go in your ass and
I this verse, so I swag and surf
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