Luyện nghe bài hát Swift

The duo is back, competition out the new style
Then get the out
Put on your gear but don't come strapped
Bullets are not needed, this time rap for rap

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

Salt and Pepa's swift, livin' up to par
And competition, how to 'Whassup' is to ride the bra
Hurby's on the beats, has the musical notes
Spinderella's like a spinnin' music so dope
Makin' a lot of for all the boys shootin' the gift
Hold on tight tonight Salt and Pepa's gettin' swift

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

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

Statin' the and pleasin', takin' a rest, I'm out for easin'
Bodily functions makin' 'em
And Pep, is the Christmas season
This is duck season and I'm high
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 like a vacuum
Cornball sucker, give me a
I'm-a drop you the sky like snow, you a cornflake

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

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

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

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

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

Hip-hopper's, rap artists and fanatics
Can you there's a sucker trying to cause static?
Break out the supplies and medical aid
Prepare mind for a super, alphabetical raid

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

I no one, plus I tell no tales
I will up to any male or female
Ones who persist to end up a prisoner
in a daze or a faze

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