Luyện nghe bài hát Shaka Zulu vs Julius Caesar

Iwisa, Caesar, he's a commander!
Who thinks he can 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 Shaka, this will happen to you!
If you cross Equator, you'll head straight into a massacre,
And get by more than just Cleopatra 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 from a brute with no discipline.
And I'm ruling over you a bootful of my citizens!
And you should take 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 just a talker,
Doc J-Dunk on ya like boom laka!
So go rattling your sticks at me,
If I wanted to Shake Speares, I'd my biography!

I've heard of play, tell me how does it end?
Oh yes, you get stabbed many by your friends!
So, gonna 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 of a lion and the speed of cheetah!
And everyone knows you're 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 drop back and spank you in the chest,
Then I'll decimate horn, you can't outfight the best!
Let your reserves come at me, my cocked and ready!
When I aim, I always keep my whole crew steady!
there's no use in murdering you and your heathen.
You can my wheat for me, after you're beaten.