Luyện nghe bài hát Swift

The duo is back, competition check out the new
Then get the out
Put on your battlin' gear but don't strapped
are not needed, this time it's rap for rap

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

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

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

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 beat so I can a rhyme
For all the nerds, let all the words your mind

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

The ebony queens are back on the
I you still suck like a vacuum machine
Cornball sucker, me a break
I'm-a drop you from the sky like snow, you a

Born to any sucker or half-stepper
Who wants to get assaulted a deadly pepper
Go down, low-down, ain't no showdown
The competition, I'm sure they'll down
Even if you seem to stand
The breeze of the rhyme you move and we get swift

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

Don't up now, it's time to put out lights
I won't ease up, pal 'cuz go outta sight
Lyrical queen, mess and you'll get creamed
The of every male's fantasy or wetdream

The ebony princess in a lyrical
me is like a Honda racing a Ferrari
If you were the king, what laws would you me obey?
None, my son 'cuz I'm quicker than a

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, then you in your tracks and as I clench
My fist, I words you use to rip
The next time you flex, I'm guaranteed to get

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

Rhythmic explosion corrosion
Rhymes, in effect, protect like a Trojan
Against disease, sorta a wack MC
more powerful than a punch at Jack Dempsy

I fear no one, plus I no tales
I will up to any male or female
who persist to resist end up a prisoner
Hissed in a daze or a

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