Luyện nghe bài hát Swift

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

I'm the move and soon you'll have to make yours back
In fact, the the rhyme is dancin', Jack will get a lip smack
So up because it's time you shook up, you gotta make up
It's time to break up the party, now shook up

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

You have thought about goin' against the spices
Salt and Pepa's a mixture like Chinese
time, Mr. Macho, please don't try to rip
Because 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, gimme a beat so I can bust a
For all the nerds, let all the words your mind

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

The ebony queens are back on the
I you still suck like a vacuum machine
Cornball sucker, give me a
drop you from the sky like snow, you a cornflake

Born to break any sucker or
Who wants to get assaulted with a pepper
Go down, low-down, this no showdown
The competition, I'm sure they'll down
Even if you seem to stand
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 forced it, the furious to fly to with
(Fuck)
Stay stiff suckers, soon you'll be stuck with a rep, torn to
A musical score leg, 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, mess around and get creamed
The star of every fantasy or wetdream

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

to split the chick tryin' to get slick
You're but a prostitute turning a new trick
Little Miss Wench, my is a trench
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 guaranteed to get

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

explosion without corrosion
Rhymes, in effect, protect like a Trojan
Against disease, sorta like a MC
Rhymes powerful than a punch at Jack Dempsy

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

Because he is in a state of shock, too hard for one to
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, you're
Scared of the fact we came to uplift
The name, we designed the game and we get