Luyện nghe bài hát Switch Styles

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

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

I was at Strokers in ATL, and they was showing Cham and
My nigga Killa's Klan us, and did some 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 chick a fan or what
If she sipping that's a plus, but not that Crys' that's for us
Come to the hotel if you stripping, that's a must
a meal out of my nuts, and open up a can of suck

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

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

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

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

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

When it to this rap game nigga, passionate for it brah
Your CD packages showing up, laughing it's blowing up
Think I'm playing by my pistol, until I'm smacking it ya
Shooting spiders off my rims, like I got

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 with the
And if that slab got fo' you know, it's missing a wheel

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

Won't see no damn silver spoon, inside my just my kitchen
I'm popped up with the trunk up wreck, in other words we
Looked in my garage, a couple cars is missing
Let me see one two three, my bad I'm

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

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

Commercial won't hurt you, 'cause that's get you mo' cash
But spend that cash on security, we gon' whip your ass
Music slower than a running turtle, tell you what sip in my circle
Jackson, Whoopie Goldberg, Oprah Winfrey 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, you're gonna need it
We're gonna you, worse than Osama
Get it in your head, nigga I tried to ya

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

Mix Tape, Mi-Mix Tape, Mi-Mix Messiah
Mix Tape, Mi-Mix Tape, Mi-Mix Tape
Mix Tape, Tape, Mi-Mix Tape Messiah
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 slap box, soon as we done
That shit was no test, let's see who the most hits to the head
I'ma the shit out you watch, wish a nigga would
Let the touch me, I'm gon' smack the shit out of him
I ain't no punk, nigga you better get that, aah hold up
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