Luyện nghe bài hát Samurai Showdown

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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