Luyện nghe bài hát Shaka Zulu vs Julius Caesar

Iwisa, meet Caesar, a commander!
Who thinks he can dance with men in the Savannah!
I go hand-to-hand with you, I go hammer!
Knock stone, wrap it up in its own banner!
Send it back to Rome with a from the Zulu!
If you battle Shaka, this will to you!
If you cross that Equator, head straight into a massacre,
And get fucked by more than Cleopatra in Africa!

You talk a lot of shit for a man a diaper.
I heard you had poison spit, was it in this cypher?
'Cause all I hear is threats from a brute no discipline.
And I'm ruling over you a bootful of my citizens!
And you should your cow skin shield and hide
Under it; fucking with the most triumphant third of the triumvirate!
I'm of the empire and the last of the republicans!
And hunting you, by legions of my countrymen!
(Ooh!) Ask my kidnappers if I'm a shit talker,
Doc J-Dunk on ya boom shaka laka!
So don't go your sticks at me,
If I wanted to Shake Speares, I'd my biography!

I've heard of your play, tell me how does it
Oh yes, you get stabbed times by your friends!
So, whatcha do with your Roman swords?
When the of your legions get gored by the horns
Of the (Zulu!) warriors! on thorns!
To dismember any emperor's pasty hordes!
I got the of a lion and the speed of cheetah!
And everyone knows just a chicken, Caesar!

Can I be a 'Cause I'm going to laugh!
I pave with the bones of your goat-herding ass!
First my front lines will back and spank you in the chest,
Then I'll your horn, you can't outfight the best!
Let reserves come at me, my ballista's cocked and ready!
When I take aim, I always keep my crew steady!
'Cause there's no use in you and your heathen.
You can my wheat for me, after you're beaten.