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
Bullets are not needed, this time 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 get a lip smack
So break up because it's you shook 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 is to ride the bra strap
on the beats, Steevee-O has the musical notes
Spinderella's like a propeller spinnin' music so
Makin' a lot of noise for all the boys the gift
Hold on tight 'cuz tonight Salt and Pepa's gettin'

You might have about goin' against the spices
Salt and Pepa's a mixture like Chinese
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 you wave a microphone in front of my face
And a do small favor, gimme a beat so I can a rhyme
For all the nerds, let all the feed your mind

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

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

Suckers and flukes, it you lost and time to put up dukes
'Cuz you forced 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, a victory? I left an 'S' on your forehead

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

The ebony in a lyrical safari
Battlin' me is like a racing a Ferrari
If you were the king, what laws would you have me
None, my son 'cuz I'm than a [unverified]

to split the chick tryin' to get slick
You're nothing but a prostitute a new trick
Little 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 next time you flex, I'm to get swift

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

Rhythmic explosion without
Rhymes, in effect, that protect a Trojan
Against disease, sorta like a 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 persist to resist end up a
Hissed in a daze or a

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 stay paid, I caught ya now you shook, afraid
Scared of the fact we came back to
The name, we designed the game and we get