Luyện nghe bài hát Samurai Showdown (raise Your Swords)

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

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

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

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

Blastin' wu beats tryin' to his next hit
He a drag of the eight elements that composed
Atmospheric gas, 'bout to let off his
And full blast kept his mind focused, meditation position half

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

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
Yo, born born, young Lord, raise your swords

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

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 of a sledge, single-edge stainless steel blade
Chopped the wedge, slit this analog derelicts

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 bill top scully king blocks bullest like jelly
in my nest restin up on the telly scene

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

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