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, time it's rap for rap

I'm makin' the and soon you'll have to make yours back
In fact, the further the 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 up the party, now you're shook up

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

You might thought about goin' against the spices
Salt and a mixture like Chinese rices
time, Mr. Macho, please don't try to rip
Because I'll melt ya like Nacho

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

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

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

Born to break any sucker or
Who wants to get assaulted with a deadly
Go down, low-down, this no showdown
The competition, I'm sure blow down
Even if you seem to stiff
The breeze of the rhyme makes you and we get swift

Suckers and flukes, it you lost and time to put up dukes
you just forced it, the furious females to fly to with
(Fuck)
Stay stiff suckers, soon you'll be stuck a rep, torn to shreds
A musical score leg, need a victory? I left an 'S' on forehead

fuse up now, it's time to put out lights
I won't ease up, pal 'cuz I'm-a go outta
Lyrical queen, mess around and get creamed
The star of every fantasy or wetdream

The ebony princess in a lyrical
Battlin' me is a Honda 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 split the tryin' to get slick
You're nothing but a turning a new trick
Little Miss Wench, my mind is a
Makes you drop, then you stop in 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 artists and fanatics
Can you believe there's a sucker trying to static?
Break out the health supplies and aid
Prepare your mind for a super, alphabetical

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

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

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