Luyện nghe bài hát Swift

The duo is back, competition check out the new
get the heck 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 you'll have to make yours
In fact, the further the rhyme is dancin', will get a lip smack
So break up because it's time you up, you gotta make up
It's time to break up the party, now shook 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 propeller spinnin' so dope
a lot of noise for all the boys shootin' the gift
Hold on tight 'cuz tonight Salt and gettin' swift

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

You want flavor, well, here's 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 your mind

Statin' the things and pleasin', takin' a rest, I'm out for
functions makin' 'em dance
And Pep, this is the season
is duck season and I'm gettin' high
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
I'm-a you from the sky like snow, you a cornflake

Born to break any or half-stepper
Who to get assaulted with a deadly pepper
Go down, low-down, this no showdown
The competition, I'm they'll blow down
if you seem to stand stiff
The breeze of the rhyme makes you move and we get

Suckers and flukes, it seems you lost and time to put up
you just forced 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, need a victory? I an 'S' on your forehead

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

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

to split the chick tryin' 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 tracks and as I clench
My fist, I twist you use to rip
The next time you flex, I'm to get swift

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

Rhythmic explosion corrosion
Rhymes, in effect, that protect a Trojan
Against disease, sorta a wack MC
Rhymes more powerful than a at Jack Dempsy

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

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