Luyện nghe bài hát Swift

The duo is back, check out the new style
get the heck 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 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 up, you gotta make up
It's time to up the party, now you're shook up

and Pepa's 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 musical
Spinderella's like a propeller music so dope
a lot of noise for all the boys shootin' the gift
Hold on tight 'cuz tonight Salt and gettin' swift

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

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

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

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

Born to break any sucker or
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 of the rhyme makes you move and we get swift

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

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

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

Quick to split the chick tryin' to get
You're but a prostitute turning a new trick
Miss 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 artists and 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

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

I fear no one, I tell no tales
I stand up to any male or female
Ones who persist to resist end up a
Hissed in a daze or a

Because he is in a of shock, too hard for one to take
So in a multitude of crowds I run to
Beats for torture but get played
I paid, I caught ya now you shook, you're afraid
Scared of the fact we came to uplift
The name, we designed the and we get swift