Luyện nghe bài hát Swift

The duo is back, competition out the new style
get the heck out
Put on your battlin' but don't come strapped
Bullets are not needed, this it's rap for rap

I'm makin' the move and soon you'll have to make back
In fact, the the rhyme is dancin', Jack will get a lip smack
So break up because time you shook up, you gotta make up
It's time to up the party, now you're shook up

Salt and Pepa's gettin' swift, up to par
And competition, how to 'Whassup' is to ride the bra
Hurby's on the beats, has the musical notes
Spinderella's a propeller spinnin' music so dope
Makin' a lot of noise for all the boys shootin' the
Hold on tight 'cuz tonight Salt and Pepa's swift

You might have thought goin' against the spices
Salt and Pepa's a mixture like rices
Battlin' time, Mr. Macho, don't try to rip
Because I'll melt ya like cheese

You want flavor, well, something to savor
Why don't you wave a microphone in front of my
And a do small favor, gimme a so I can bust a rhyme
For all the nerds, let all the feed your mind

Statin' the things and pleasin', a rest, I'm out for easin'
Bodily functions makin' 'em
And Pep, this is the Christmas
This is duck and I'm gettin' high
You're outta luck, duck, now it's for you to get and die

The ebony are back on the scene
I assume you still suck a vacuum machine
Cornball sucker, give me a
I'm-a drop you the sky like snow, you a cornflake

Born to any sucker or half-stepper
Who wants to get assaulted with a deadly
Go down, low-down, this no showdown
The competition, I'm they'll blow down
Even if you seem to stiff
The breeze of the rhyme you move and we get swift

Suckers and flukes, it seems you lost and to put up dukes
you just forced it, the furious females to fly to with
(Fuck)
Stay stiff suckers, soon be stuck with a rep, torn to shreds
A musical score leg, need a I left an 'S' on your forehead

Don't fuse up now, it's to put out lights
I won't ease up, pal 'cuz I'm-a go sight
Lyrical queen, mess around and get creamed
The star of every male's or wetdream

The ebony in a lyrical safari
Battlin' me is like a Honda a Ferrari
If you were the king, what would you have me obey?
None, my son 'cuz I'm than a [unverified]

to split the chick tryin' to get slick
You're nothing but a turning a new trick
Miss Wench, my mind is a trench
Makes you drop, you stop in your tracks and as I clench
My fist, I twist you use to rip
The time you flex, I'm guaranteed to get swift

Hip-hopper's, rap artists and rhyme
Can you believe a sucker trying to cause static?
Break out the health supplies and aid
your mind for a super, alphabetical raid

Rhythmic explosion without
Rhymes, in effect, that protect a Trojan
Against disease, sorta like a MC
Rhymes more powerful than a punch at Jack

I fear no one, plus I tell no
I will up to any male or female
Ones who to resist end up a prisoner
in a daze or a faze

Because he is in a of shock, too hard for one to take
So in a multitude of crowds I run to
Beats for but don't get played
I paid, I caught ya now you shook, you're afraid
Scared of the we came back to uplift
The name, we the game and we get swift