Luyện nghe bài hát Swift

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

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

Salt and Pepa's gettin' swift, 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 spinnin' so dope
Makin' a lot of noise for all the boys the gift
Hold on tight tonight Salt and Pepa's gettin' swift

You might have thought about goin' against the
Salt and Pepa's a mixture like Chinese
Battlin' time, Mr. Macho, please try to rip
Because I'll ya like Nacho cheese

You want flavor, well, here's to savor
Why don't you wave a in front 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', takin' a rest, I'm out for
Bodily functions makin' 'em
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 ebony queens are back on the
I assume you still suck a vacuum machine
Cornball sucker, give me a
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 no showdown
The competition, I'm sure they'll blow
Even if you seem to 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 stiff suckers, soon you'll be with a rep, torn to shreds
A musical leg, need a victory? 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
queen, mess around and you'll get creamed
The of every male's fantasy or wetdream

The ebony princess in a lyrical
Battlin' me is a Honda racing a Ferrari
If you were the king, laws would you have 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
Miss Wench, my mind is a trench
Makes you drop, then you in your tracks and as I clench
My fist, I words you use to rip
The time you flex, I'm guaranteed to get swift

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

Rhythmic explosion corrosion
Rhymes, in effect, protect like a Trojan
disease, sorta like a wack MC
Rhymes more powerful than a punch at Jack

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

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