Luyện nghe bài hát Swing It Over Here

"kick it over here pop!"

Chorus: murray, sermon,

[km] swing it here!
[all] yo swing it here!
[km] swing it here!
[all] c'mon it over here!
[km] swing it over here!
[all] yo swing it here!
[km] come it over here!
[red] yo, swing it there!

one: keith murray

My rap style is swift like boom
So come get a whip, and a bump, it's
couldn't hold it in handcuffs
The is that I'm raw ill on the mic
my styles up like a transvestite (word)
I of competition as ? ? and
Keith murray is the vocabulary
? come in against deep notable to lines?
I'll make you make the same mistake twice three or times
And nobody got a style like
You could say, I got my cap on backwards
I'll demolish the retarded rap artists
Regardless, tryin to scream the
I fuck head up like amphetamines with l.o.d.
Then bend you out of shape a master yogi
I put my head through chest, just to see
Who's in line, just to get wrecked
I contact, bust the interlude
I take my skills to another level qualudes
And you couldn't hear me cause the type of shit
I about'll drag your brain in the slaughterhouse

change to [all] throughout

Verse erick sermon

Cling cling, tell me something
Why I got more props don king without bouncing boxing rings?
*ding ding* I be the flyest guy you sawr on the microphone
Rip the to pieces, so leave me alone
Check me out, the way I freak the
The half flippin shit so split 'fore I explode - boom!
So umm, pay attention, before I put you and crew on suspension
For being minded to my invention
Yo, I rock on reel when I record oh my
The world full of so I keep my shit stored
I rock the microphone I rock it right
And keep it hardcore and more blacker than wesley
To my crew there's no
You want funk then here's another batch, yo i

Chorus: throughout

"the redman that's what they call me" --> epmd's (repeat 3x)
[ed] oh no, comes the funkadelic redman

Verse redman

Aoowwwwwhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my goodness! could be
The that I was stretching out my lungs
Funkadelic sums up *nasal I clear the mucus
Stick tissue up my nose to stop the snot from makin
To be or not I still give niggaz polka dots for
Now richard dawson had a survey sayin that I was
Throw on your while I pour the funk sauce in your coffins
Wake up! while the blunt's laced up to pick the pace up
My style's freaky, nasty like ? seka? papers
I raped her, you don't know check the four-uno-uno you know
That funk mixture that gets your body, like scriptures
Now right about now I'm settin off a to blow the empire
To ashes -- cause my more raw than niggaz stashes
Massive funk, swingin bangin bent up while I ya
I'm rough enough ta, fuck up white man's trucker
Redman's evil the board of ouiji, niggaz could smoke
A whole pound of and couldn't see me off the tv!