Luyện nghe bài hát Swift

The duo is back, check out the new style
get the heck out
Put on battlin' gear but don't come strapped
are not needed, this time it's 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 get a lip smack
So break up because it's you shook up, you gotta make up
It's time to break up the party, now you're up

Salt and Pepa's swift, livin' up to par
And competition, how to 'Whassup' is to the bra strap
Hurby's on the beats, has the musical notes
Spinderella's like a spinnin' music so dope
Makin' a lot of noise for all the boys the gift
Hold on tight 'cuz tonight Salt and Pepa's gettin'

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

You want flavor, well, something to savor
Why you wave a microphone 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 your mind

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

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

to break any sucker or half-stepper
Who wants to get assaulted with a pepper
Go down, low-down, this ain't no
The competition, I'm sure they'll blow
Even if you to stand stiff
The breeze of the makes you move and we get swift

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 stuck with a rep, 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 won't ease up, pal 'cuz I'm-a go 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 would you have me obey?
None, my son 'cuz I'm than a [unverified]

Quick to the chick tryin' to get slick
You're nothing but a turning 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 twist you use to rip
The next time you flex, I'm guaranteed to get

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

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

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

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