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!
When I go hand-to-hand you, I go hammer!
Knock stone, wrap it up in its own banner!
Send it back to with a message from the Zulu!
If you battle Shaka, this will to you!
If you cross that Equator, you'll head into a massacre,
And get fucked by more just Cleopatra in Africa!

You talk a lot of shit for a man a diaper.
I heard you had poison spit, where was it in this
'Cause all I hear is threats from a brute no discipline.
And I'm ruling you like a bootful of my citizens!
And you should take your cow shield and hide
Under it; you're fucking the most triumphant third of the triumvirate!
I'm first of the empire and the of the republicans!
And hunting you, accompanied by of my countrymen!
(Ooh!) Ask my kidnappers if I'm just a talker,
Doc J-Dunk on ya like boom laka!
So don't go rattling your 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 many times by friends!
So, gonna do with your Roman swords?
the lines of your legions get gored by the horns
Of the (Zulu!) warriors! on thorns!
To dismember any emperor's 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 'Cause I'm going to laugh!
I pave roads with the of your goat-herding ass!
First my front lines will drop and spank you in the chest,
Then decimate your horn, you can't outfight the best!
Let your reserves at me, my ballista's cocked and ready!
When I aim, I always keep my whole crew steady!
'Cause there's no use in you and your heathen.
You can grow my wheat for me, you're beaten.