Luyện nghe bài hát Samurai Showdown

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

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

Yo, yo, from the slums of Shaolin, golden claw
Talon twirl and one of the fatal sword splits your Island
Wu killa bees stingers on the swarm 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 no airbag
He drove a nine Jaguar quick to pick a lock
a shot, respect the bloods and crips a lot
Plus the God from ride in his seat

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

Abbot's sword novas couldn't match his magnum deluxe strok
Son like a ghost, struck in an instance
Unnoticed like a lamp post, radar sharp precision
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, your swords
Yo, it's born born, young Lord, your swords

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

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

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

Murderous rap track to me, is ego can't accept?
What you analog be tellin' me, I get the verbal weapon
Won't hesitate for one second to break your
Like big from tekken

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