Luyện nghe bài hát Swift

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

I'm makin' the move and you'll have to make yours back
In fact, the further the rhyme is dancin', Jack will get a lip
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 gettin' swift, livin' up to par
And competition, how to is to ride the bra strap
on the beats, Steevee-O has the musical notes
Spinderella's like a propeller music so dope
Makin' a lot of noise for all the shootin' the gift
Hold on tight 'cuz tonight and Pepa's gettin' swift

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

You want flavor, well, something to savor
Why don't you wave a microphone in 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 your

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

The queens are back on the scene
I you still suck like a vacuum machine
Cornball sucker, me a break
I'm-a drop you 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 ain't no
The competition, I'm they'll blow down
Even if you seem to stiff
The of the rhyme 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, soon be stuck with a rep, torn to shreds
A musical score leg, need a I left an 'S' on your forehead

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

The ebony princess in a safari
Battlin' me is like a 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 but a prostitute turning a new trick
Miss Wench, my mind is a trench
Makes you drop, you stop in your tracks and as I clench
My fist, I twist you use to rip
The next you flex, I'm guaranteed to get swift

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

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

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

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