Luyện nghe bài hát Samurai Showdown (raise Your Swords)

Get gun
Yo yo, it's a samurai showdown, 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, your swords

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

Steel fragments bein' chipped off a sword slash
the force of big crash in your 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 saggin' in his

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

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

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

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

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

Who even thought he could go against the truth and the Gods
And fall back from the will of Allah, you'll be the firing squad
Of a thousand out to mark ya
The bill top scully king blocks bullest 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 weapon
Won't hesitate for one second to your back
Like big jack tekken

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 your