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

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

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

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
a shot, respect the bloods and crips a lot
Plus the God from ride in his seat

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

sword novas couldn't match 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 code

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

Crept in silent, the steel wind, chrome silencers on tight
Kept the just sealed in, we attack, full fledge
Chicago Bull red bandanas tied tight around our heads swing
With the force of a sledge, single-edge 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 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 felony accept?
you analog cats be tellin' me, I get the verbal weapon
Won't hesitate for one second to break back
Like big jack from

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