Luyện nghe bài hát Samurai Showdown

Get gun
Yo yo, it's a samurai showdown, showdown
Aight, DZA, how dare you me?
You will die the tip of my sword today
The trenches, we must remain
Right, to die

Yo, it's born born, Lord, raise your swords
Yo, it's born born, young Lord, your swords
Yo, born born, young Lord, raise your swords
Yo, it's born born, Lord, raise your swords

Yo, yo, hailin' from the slums of Shaolin, claw
Talon twirl and one swirl of the fatal sword splits your
Wu killa bees stingers back on the again
The alarm again, six weapon deflection
Bones connect opposite sides of magnets

fragments bein' chipped off a singing sword slash
With the of big crash in your dash board with no airbag
He drove a ninety nine quick to pick a lock
Lick a shot, the bloods and crips a lot
Plus the God from ride in his seat

Blastin' wu beats to plot his next hit
He took a drag of the eight elements composed
Atmospheric gas, to let off his sword
And full kept his mind focused, meditation position half lotus

Abbot's sword novas couldn't match his magnum opus deluxe
Son like a ghost, struck in an instance
Unnoticed like a post, radar sharp precision gunfire
till his clips unload, it's a samurai code

Yo, it's born, young Lord, raise your swords
Yo, born born, young Lord, raise your swords
Yo, born born, young Lord, raise your swords
Yo, it's born born, young Lord, raise swords

Yo, it's born, young Lord, raise your swords
for everyone to go accord
Yo, it's born born, Lord, raise your swords
Time for to go accord

Crept in silent, the steel wind, silencers screwed on tight
Kept the gunshots just sealed in, we attack, fledge
With Chicago Bull red bandanas tight around our heads swing
With the force of a sledge, single-edge steel blade
the wedge, slit this analog derelicts head

Who even thought he could go against the truth and the Gods
And fall from the will of Allah, you'll be facin' the firing squad
Of a archers out to mark ya
The bill top scully blocks bullest like jelly beans
Birds in my nest up on the telly scene

Murderous rap track to me, is ego felony can't
you analog cats be tellin' me, I get the verbal weapon
Won't hesitate for one to break your back
Like big jack from

Yo, it's born born, Lord, raise your swords
Yo, it's born born, Lord, raise your swords
Yo, it's born born, young Lord, your swords