Luyện nghe bài hát Swing It Over Here

"kick it over here pop!"

Chorus: murray, sermon,

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

Verse one: keith

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
Switchin my styles up a transvestite (word)
I of competition as ? ? and
Keith murray is the champ
? come in against deep notable to breach
make you make the same mistake twice three or four times
And got a style like this
You say, I got my thinking cap on backwards
demolish 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 through your chest, just to see
Who's next in line, just to get
I makes contact, bust the
I take my to another level like qualudes
And you couldn't me out; cause the type of shit
I converse about'll drag your brain in the

Chorus: change to [all]

Verse two: sermon

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

Chorus: [all]

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

three: redman

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