Luyện nghe bài hát Samurai Showdown (raise Your Swords)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Who even thought that he could go against the and the Gods
And fall 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
in my nest restin up on the telly scene

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

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