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 must remain
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, young Lord, raise your swords

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

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

wu beats 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 half

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

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

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

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

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

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