Luyện nghe bài hát Samurai Showdown (raise Your Swords)

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

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

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

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

wu beats tryin' to plot his next hit
He took a drag of the 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 his magnum opus deluxe strok
Son move like a ghost, in an instance
Unnoticed a lamp post, radar sharp precision gunfire
till his clips unload, it's a samurai code

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

Crept in silent, the steel wind, chrome 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 analog derelicts head

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

Murderous rap track to me, is ego 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, it's born born, young Lord, your swords
Yo, it's born born, Lord, raise your swords
Yo, it's born born, young Lord, your swords