Luyện nghe bài hát Swing It Over Here

"kick it here baby pop!"

murray, sermon, others

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

Verse one: murray

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

Chorus: change to [all]

Verse two: sermon

cling, somebody tell me something
Why I got more props than don without bouncing boxing rings?
*ding ding* I be the guy you ever sawr on the microphone
Rip the shit to pieces, so me alone
me out, the way I freak the mode
The active half flippin shit so split 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 oh my lord
The world of jackers so I keep my shit stored
When I rock the microphone I it right
And keep it hardcore and more than wesley snipes
To my crew there's no
You want funk then here's another batch, yo i

Chorus: throughout

"the redman that's they call me" --> epmd's 'headbanger' (repeat 3x)
oh no, here comes the funkadelic redman

Verse three:

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