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 remain calm
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, raise your

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

Steel bein' chipped off a singing 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 and crips a lot
Plus the God from ride saggin' in his

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

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

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

Who thought that he could go against the truth and the Gods
And fall back from the will of Allah, you'll be facin' the firing
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

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

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