Luyện nghe bài hát Swag Surfing

No ceilings..
o o ok, i got this chrome on bugatti
Im in this bugatti
2 v8s aint no such thing as calm in this bugatti
Im bad
Im
Ill pass the
dont f-ck with me cuz right now im than Captain Kurk
I swear i be the sickest n-gga, u can ask the
and if you it in the bag, i bet ill snatch her purse
Ok i spazz, i
u last, im
im on ur ass dirt
behind cash, get murk
im talkin big sh-t n-gga, join my hit list
whats the matter? check ur bladder im the sh-t piss
shoot the witness,
hold in the streets
and this n-gga
oh n-gga
man im with the blucka
young muthaf-cka
u bet we gon do our
well it sunny in the summer
and we coming for the
and among us
and u kno imma bust my ass until my very humongous
I said T.I hold ya
and Mack ya head
wish i could but i cant say some other names cuz of the
and to my bloods, red
man u know how we
and if it cost to be the boss, oh i guess i gotta pay
im a New Orleans n-gga, i dont take no
take the brain off the whip now it dont make no
stunt hard on b-tches i aint promise tomorrow
now kickin it with me like Nomar Garciaparra
Few grow killer plants, the lil tune shop of horror(?)
and we roll them thick, make them look like Tocara?
man im to much for these n-ggas, and much for these hoes
the World is in my hands, and i keep my closed

i love my baby mommas, they get my honor
gotta take care of kids , man i kno ya heard Obama
and i live on an island, in my backyard
i just my pilot to land it in my backyard
back shot gun, you dont get any sack yards
b-tch i ball hard, breakin all the boards
pretty boy step up i will crack yours
and at the White House we pull up at the back doors

walk around like im thirty feet
Tiger Woods all these hoes tryna birdy balls
and the Porche 911 like emergency
man i just be chillin, im cool Lou Rawls?
money in the building, im puttin up new walls
n-gga your Mrs Officer and set some new laws
my is like rubbin two logs
young we the new sh-t and new drawers
now get off my d-ck , i f-cking wit cha
watch me to the bank, im a money pistol
beat the beat up like Sonny Liston
red bone do me then her friend, her sister
i mean her bitch, she never met her best a sister
i leave her p-ssy like windows vista
young tunche, pop cucci for a goon hoe
bullet in you boys memory, now u act like u dont
east side who i do it for, eagle street right by the
katrina wiped the city out but couldnt f-ck wit grove
lost some real i knew from a long time ago
but heaven or hell im that they be where ima go
a nigga gal and make her come give me a private show
still long hair, dont care, a navajo
im the hardest go in ur ass and search
i smash this verse, and i and surf
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