Luyện nghe bài hát Swing It Over Here

"kick it here baby pop!"

Chorus: murray, sermon,

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

Verse 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 ordeal is I'm raw ill on the mic
Switchin my styles up like a (word)
I of competition as ? ? and
Keith murray is the vocabulary
? come in deep notable to breach lines?
I'll make you make the same mistake three or four times
And got a style like this
You could say, I got my cap on backwards
demolish the retarded smartest rap artists
Regardless, tryin to the hardest
I fuck your head up like amphetamines l.o.d.
Then you out of shape like a master yogi
I put my head through your chest, to see
next 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

Chorus: to [all] throughout

Verse erick sermon

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

[all] throughout

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

Verse three:

my goodness! could this be
The that I was stretching out my lungs
Funkadelic up *nasal inhale* I clear the mucus
tissue up my nose to stop the snot from makin spots
To be or not I still niggaz polka dots for plots
Now richard had a survey sayin that I was awesome
Throw on walkmans 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 ? seka? pussy papers
When I her, you don't know check the four-uno-uno you know
That funk mixture gets your body, holy like scriptures
Now right about now I'm off a bomb to blow the empire
To -- cause my shit's more raw than niggaz stashes
Massive funk, swingin bangin bent up while I ya
I'm enough ta, fuck up another white man's trucker
evil like the board of ouiji, niggaz could smoke
A whole pound of weed and see me off the tv!