Luyện nghe bài hát Swift

The duo is back, competition check out the new
Then get the out
Put on your battlin' gear but come strapped
are not needed, this time it's rap for rap

I'm makin' the move and soon you'll have to make yours
In fact, the further the rhyme is dancin', Jack will get a lip
So break up because it's you shook up, you gotta make up
It's time to break up the party, now you're up

Salt and Pepa's gettin' swift, up to par
And competition, how to is to ride the bra strap
on the beats, Steevee-O has the musical notes
Spinderella's like a propeller spinnin' music so
Makin' a lot of noise for all the boys shootin' the
Hold on tight 'cuz tonight Salt and gettin' swift

You might have thought about goin' against the
and Pepa's a mixture like Chinese rices
Battlin' time, Mr. Macho, don't try to rip
Because I'll melt ya like cheese

You want flavor, well, here's something to
Why don't you wave a microphone in front of my
And a do small favor, gimme a so I can bust a rhyme
For all the nerds, let all the words feed mind

the things and pleasin', takin' a rest, I'm out for easin'
Bodily functions 'em dance
And Pep, this is the Christmas
This is duck season and I'm gettin'
You're outta luck, duck, now time for you to get and die

The queens are back on the scene
I assume you still suck a vacuum machine
sucker, give me a break
I'm-a drop you from the sky snow, you a cornflake

Born to break any sucker or
Who wants to get assaulted a deadly pepper
Go down, low-down, ain't no showdown
The competition, I'm sure blow down
Even if you seem to stand
The breeze of the rhyme makes you and we get swift

Suckers and flukes, it you lost and time to put up dukes
'Cuz you just forced it, the females to fly to with
(Fuck)
Stay stiff suckers, soon you'll be stuck with a rep, to shreds
A musical score leg, need a I left an 'S' on your forehead

Don't fuse up now, time to put out lights
I won't up, pal 'cuz I'm-a go outta sight
Lyrical queen, around and you'll get creamed
The star of every male's fantasy or

The ebony princess in a safari
Battlin' me is like a Honda a Ferrari
If you the king, what laws would you have me obey?
None, my son 'cuz I'm quicker a [unverified]

Quick to the chick tryin' to get slick
You're nothing but a prostitute a new trick
Little Wench, my mind is a trench
Makes you drop, then you stop in tracks and as I clench
My fist, I words you use to rip
The next you flex, I'm guaranteed to get swift

Hip-hopper's, rap and rhyme fanatics
Can you believe there's a sucker trying to static?
out the health supplies and medical aid
Prepare your mind for a super, alphabetical

Rhythmic without corrosion
Rhymes, in effect, protect like a Trojan
disease, sorta like a wack MC
Rhymes more powerful a punch at Jack Dempsy

I fear no one, plus I tell no
I will stand up to any or female
Ones who to resist end up a prisoner
in a daze or a faze

Because he is in a state of shock, too for one to take
So in a multitude of crowds I run to
for torture but don't get played
I paid, I caught ya now you shook, you're afraid
Scared of the fact we back to uplift
The name, we the game and we get swift