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 the tip of my sword today
The trenches, we remain calm
Right, to die

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

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

Steel fragments bein' chipped off a singing slash
With the force of big crash in dash board with no airbag
He drove a ninety 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 beats tryin' to 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 novas couldn't his magnum opus deluxe strok
Son like a ghost, struck in an instance
Unnoticed like a lamp post, radar precision gunfire
Explode till his clips unload, it's a samurai

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

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

Crept in silent, the steel wind, chrome silencers screwed on
the gunshots 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
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 top scully king blocks bullest like jelly beans
Birds in my nest up on the telly scene

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

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