Luyện nghe bài hát Switch Styles

As we get on the this evening
Ha-ha, it's Koopa nigga, it's nigga
Ay man switch styles man, stay styles
You know I'm tal'n 'bout, switch nigga

switching, no teams
We ain't teams baby, ha already
Color Changin' Click, hey Mix Tape Messiah
Let's go, go, let's go yeah

I was at Strokers in ATL, and was showing Cham and sluts
My nigga Killa's Klan with us, and did sh, I can't discuss
They was bad they was yellow, they was saying can you us
the door knob on the ceiling, 'cause I'm about to handle up

Showing up at the hotel, now is this chick a fan or
If she that's a plus, but not that Crys' 'cause that's for us
to the hotel wondering if you stripping, that's a must
Make a meal out of my nuts, and up a can of suck

Controversy sells, I swear I spit a rhyme that'll
I wreck so I get in the digital underground, like I'm Pac
Labels scheme and they plot, telling me sign on the dot
I cracked a platinum smile and he knew, was a sign I would not

No warrants when the laws pull up behind, I'ma
cuts the size of a window, I'ma wind down my watch
Pussy passenger mad, 'cause I'm rewinding on chops
Tossed his work inside my lap, and said I got the rocks

Screens fall like rain, while my trunk shaking like
[Incomprehensible], my verse sound like a
Onlookers wonder, if I'm level headed or
Till I get to speaking drama, then I end a sentence with uh-uh

Back that I'm Israel, I'm Istanbul I'm Pakistani
cars no I'm dressing up, 'cause the only gator comes after Navi
Students getting out of barber school, graduating they happy
All my hoes got longer hair, than 'cause of it on the Family

Sixty inch TV screen, I view from the side angle
In my you'll get lost, it's like the Bermuda Triangle
Said I'd knew be a king, so Hakim is what I named you
I told my mama thanks, now the king is what I claim

When it comes to this rap game nigga, passionate for it
Your CD packages showing up, after it's blowing up
Think I'm by my pistol, until I'm smacking it over ya
Shooting spiders off my rims, I got arach-a-naphobia

St. say it's tipped, for me that pimp is the drill
she tasting my testicles, see the tip of my steel
Know you getting that scrill, pulling up on whips the grill
And if slab only got fo' you know, it's missing a wheel

'Cause I'm a Texas tycoon, flat TV in my room
So flakes in my paint, say I need Vidal Sassoon
in the fish tank gon' sip drank, yeah they'll be leaning by noon
And the two beauties, come in to clean my lagoon

see no damn silver spoon, inside my mouth just my kitchen
I'm popped up with the up wreck, in other words we tipping
Looked in my garage, noticed a couple cars is
Let me see one two three, my bad I'm

Kinda like I'm crippling, when my paint change to blue
By the way my paint change to red, you swear I'm claiming that too
Yeah, they be banging that Whoo Kid, and be banging that
But down in Texas the changer, ain't never from Screw

Seen the slugs you spittin' at me
I mean the that you missin' at me
Seen you and you getting at me
Man the is really getting crappy
ATL with Killa Kill, Status Quo and that Scrappy
I don't no throwbacks, 'cause the trend is really getting tacky

Commercial won't you, 'cause that's gon' get you mo' cash
But spend that on security, 'cause we gon' whip your ass
Music slower than a turtle, tell you what they sip in my circle
Samuel Jackson, Whoopie Goldberg, Oprah the color purple

Ha-ha, was a good one
That was a one, ha-ha

I you you don't want problems, you didn't believe it
Go get a bodyguard, 'cause you're gonna it
We're gonna bomb you, worse Osama
Get it in your head, I tried to warn ya

All these boys acting like, be getting do'
But you can't hide the truth, a real baller know
All these boys like, they ain't really hoes
But you hide the truth, a real nigga gon' know
All boys acting like, they can call a stone
break these boys off, and let 'em know we got it sowed

Mix Tape, Tape, Mi-Mix Tape Messiah
Mix Tape, Mi-Mix Tape, Tape Messiah
Mix Tape, Mi-Mix Tape, Tape Messiah
Hey I'm fins to do my thang, hey I'm repping Change
Hey we to do our thang, hey I'm repping Color Change

We gon' box, soon as we done
That shit was no test, let's see who gets the hits to the head
I'ma the shit out you watch, wish a nigga would
Let the motherfucker touch me, I'm gon' smack the out of him
I ain't no fucking punk, nigga you get that, aah hold up
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