Luyện nghe bài hát Samurai Showdown

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

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

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

Steel fragments chipped off a singing sword slash
With the force of big crash in your dash board with no
He a ninety nine Jaguar quick to pick a lock
Lick a shot, the bloods and crips a lot
Plus the God ride saggin' 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 blast kept his mind focused, position half lotus

Abbot's sword couldn't 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, raise your
Yo, it's born, young Lord, raise your swords
Yo, it's born born, young Lord, raise your
Yo, born born, young Lord, raise your swords

Yo, it's born born, young Lord, raise your
Time for to go accord
Yo, it's born born, Lord, raise 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, fledge
With Chicago Bull red tied tight around our heads swing
With the force of a sledge, stainless steel blade
Chopped the wedge, this analog derelicts head

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

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

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