Luyện nghe bài hát Shaka Zulu vs Julius Caesar

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

You talk a lot of shit for a man a diaper.
I heard you had spit, where was it in this cypher?
'Cause all I is threats from a brute with no discipline.
And I'm over you like a bootful of my citizens!
And you should take your cow skin and hide
it; you're fucking with the most triumphant third of the triumvirate!
I'm first of the empire and the of the republicans!
And you, accompanied by legions of my countrymen!
(Ooh!) Ask my if I'm just a shit talker,
Doc J-Dunk on ya boom shaka laka!
So go rattling your sticks at me,
If I to Shake Speares, I'd waggle my biography!

I've heard of your play, tell me how does it
Oh yes, you get many 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 any emperor's pasty white hordes!
I got the strength of a lion and the of cheetah!
And knows you're just a chicken, Caesar!

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