Luyện nghe bài hát Shaka Zulu vs Julius Caesar

Iwisa, Caesar, he's a commander!
Who thinks he can dance cold men in the Savannah!
When I go hand-to-hand you, I go hammer!
over stone, wrap it up in its own banner!
Send it back to Rome a message from the Zulu!
If you Shaka, this will happen to you!
If you that Equator, you'll head straight into a massacre,
And get fucked by more than just in Africa!

You talk a lot of for a man wearing a diaper.
I heard you had spit, where was it in this cypher?
'Cause all I hear is threats a brute with no discipline.
And I'm ruling over you like a of my citizens!
And you should your cow skin shield and hide
Under it; you're 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 like shaka laka!
So don't go your sticks at me,
If I to Shake Speares, I'd waggle my biography!

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

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