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 switching
You know I'm tal'n 'bout, everything nigga

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

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

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

Controversy sells, I swear I 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 pull up behind, I'ma
Princes the size of a window, I'ma wind down my watch
Pussy still mad, 'cause I'm rewinding on chops
Tossed his work my lap, and said that 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 or humble
Till I get to speaking drama, then I end a sentence with uh-uh

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

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

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

St. Lunatics say it's tipped, for me that 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 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
Fish in the fish tank gon' sip drank, yeah they'll be leaning by
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 cars is missing
Let me see one two three, my bad I'm

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

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

Commercial won't hurt you, 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 Winfrey the purple

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

I told you you 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, nigga I tried to ya

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

Mix Tape, Mi-Mix Tape, Mi-Mix Messiah
Mix Tape, Mi-Mix Tape, Mi-Mix Messiah
Mix Tape, Mi-Mix Tape, 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 repping Change

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