Luyện nghe bài hát Swift

The duo is back, check out the new style
get the heck out
Put on your battlin' gear but don't strapped
Bullets are not needed, this it's rap for rap

I'm the move and soon you'll have to make yours back
In fact, the the rhyme is dancin', Jack will get a lip smack
So break up it's time 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 'Whassup' is to ride the bra
Hurby's on the beats, Steevee-O has the notes
like a propeller spinnin' music so dope
Makin' a lot of noise for all the boys shootin' the
Hold on tight 'cuz tonight Salt and Pepa's gettin'

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

You flavor, well, here's something to savor
Why you wave a microphone in front of my face
And a do small favor, a beat 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 makin' 'em
And Pep, this is the season
This is duck season and I'm high
You're luck, duck, now it's time for you to get and die

The ebony are back on the scene
I assume you suck like a vacuum machine
Cornball sucker, me a break
I'm-a you from the sky like snow, you a cornflake

to break any sucker or half-stepper
Who wants to get assaulted with a deadly
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 rhyme makes you and we get swift

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

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

The princess in a lyrical safari
Battlin' me is like a Honda racing a
If you were the king, what laws you have me obey?
None, my son 'cuz I'm than a [unverified]

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

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

explosion without corrosion
Rhymes, in effect, protect like a Trojan
Against disease, sorta a wack MC
Rhymes more than a punch at Jack Dempsy

I fear no one, plus I no tales
I will stand up to any or female
Ones who to resist end up a prisoner
Hissed in a 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 came back to
The name, we the game and we get swift