Luyện nghe bài hát Switch Styles

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I told you you want problems, you didn't believe it
Go get a bodyguard, 'cause gonna need it
gonna bomb you, worse than Osama
Get it in your head, nigga I to warn ya

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

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

We gon' slap box, soon as we
That shit was no test, let's see who the most hits to the head
I'ma slap the 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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