Luyện nghe bài hát Swift

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

I'm makin' the move and soon you'll 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 up, you gotta make up
It's to break up the party, now you're shook up

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

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

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

Statin' the things and pleasin', 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 ebony queens are back on the
I assume you still suck like a vacuum
Cornball sucker, give me a
drop you from the sky like snow, you a cornflake

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

Suckers and flukes, it seems you lost and to put up dukes
'Cuz you just forced it, the furious to fly to with
(Fuck)
Stay suckers, soon you'll be stuck with a rep, torn to shreds
A musical score leg, need a victory? I 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 sight
Lyrical queen, around and you'll get creamed
The star of every male's fantasy or

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

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

Hip-hopper's, rap and rhyme 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 like a Trojan
disease, sorta like a wack MC
Rhymes more than a punch at Jack Dempsy

I no one, plus I tell no tales
I will stand up to any male or
who persist to resist end up a prisoner
Hissed in a or a faze

he is in a state of shock, too hard 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
of the fact we came back to uplift
The name, we designed the and we get swift