Luyện nghe bài hát Samurai Showdown

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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