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 remain calm
Right, to die

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

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

Steel fragments bein' off a singing sword slash
With the force of big crash in your dash with no airbag
He drove a ninety nine Jaguar quick to a lock
Lick a shot, respect the bloods and a lot
Plus the God ride saggin' in his seat

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

Abbot's sword novas match his magnum opus deluxe strok
Son move a ghost, struck in an instance
Unnoticed like a post, radar sharp precision gunfire
Explode till his clips unload, it's a samurai

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

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

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

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

rap track to me, is ego felony can't accept?
What you analog cats be tellin' me, I get the verbal
Won't hesitate for one second to break back
Like big jack tekken

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