Luyện nghe bài hát Swanananana

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[Mickael in
[Slim Thug] I'm smoking kush, gettin' than a plane (Swanananana...)
And the sittin' on the thangs (Swanananana...)
I'm so high, can't control my (Swanananana...)
Where everybody keep staring at me, (Swanananana...)
[Rich Rap] I got that bloom blap in the trunk (Swanananana...)
I got a superbad in the front (Swanananana...)
And time, they see fly by, I be like (Swanananana...)
Swanananana, na, na (Swanananana...)

[Verse 1: Baby
I roll around, made higher than gas
And I even got a valid driver's license
I'm luxury wheels, my pictures lookin' priceless
My primo Pica and the hook me with the paisas
They hang when they see the Suicide doors
I'm in the game, mayne, gettin' all them scores
Trunk and it's shakin' up my rear view
I'm livin' barbecue, mayne, you livin'
I'm a factor, not an actor, comin' through in a tracker
Got them pills and pur-falactic, mayne, that makin' racket
That boy be hustlin', he be handlin'
Catch 'em out in Vegas, pimpin', and gamblin'

Chorus]

[Verse 2: Slim
Thugga first class and ain't talkin' about a plane (Naw)
I'm talkin' 'bout the sticky icky of Mary Jane (Uh)
So gone off the smoke, feel like I'm to crash (Roll up)
That's a nigga get for gettin' high with that Bash
lookin' splish-splash, Pops got me on they radar
I'm tryin' to take you home, baby, I don't need to far (Let's go)
Roll the Thug, gon' show her Hogg love
Cause you the baddest bitch I seen in this club
I ain't lookin' for no love, I'm lookin' for a (Uh, freak)
Now let me beat it up, til I fall out to (Hun)
The boss dive deep, ask around 'bout me (Bout me)
I keep them girls sprung, they say they can't without me

[Repeat

3: Da Stooie Bros.]
[Rich
I got that bloom
Blap-pap-that, pitty-pat, pimpin' idi-at
Slap that back, that baby clap, clap, clap, clap, clap
Hangin' out the
Follow that slip, that sauce, that wet, drip
Drippin' wet, never
I'm elegant, but I can't that we melt all over shit
Who you with

Dust]
I got blap bloom
zoom-zoom, wham-wham, swananananana, I
Put it in the air, put it in her life, fly by I die-die-die
Frustating, see, know why
Paint pretty wet the butter in her tie
No lie, we're high, all

And we don't care, in the air
Raised with the shades, don't compare
I'm dowlie, dowlie, rollie, rollie, yeah, I'm rollin'
And yeah, you better it, if you don't, then get up on it, aw, ready

Chorus]