Luyện nghe bài hát Samurai Showdown (raise Your Swords)

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

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

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

Steel fragments bein' chipped off a singing sword
With the force of big crash in your dash board with no
He drove a ninety nine Jaguar 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 drag of the eight that composed
Atmospheric gas, to let off his sword
And full blast kept his mind focused, meditation position lotus

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
till his clips unload, it's a samurai code

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

Crept in silent, the steel wind, chrome silencers screwed on
Kept the gunshots just in, we attack, full fledge
With Bull red bandanas tied tight around our heads swing
With the force of a sledge, stainless steel blade
the wedge, slit this analog derelicts head

Who even thought that he could go against the truth and the
And fall back from the of Allah, you'll be facin' the firing squad
Of a thousand out to mark ya
The bill top scully king blocks bullest jelly beans
Birds in my nest restin up on the telly

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

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