Luyện nghe bài hát Swift

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

I'm makin' the 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 up the party, now you're shook up

Salt and Pepa's swift, livin' up to par
And competition, how to 'Whassup' is to 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 shootin' the
Hold on tight 'cuz tonight Salt and Pepa's swift

You might have thought 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 flavor, well, here's something to savor
Why don't you wave a microphone in of my face
And a do small favor, gimme a beat so I can a rhyme
For all the nerds, let all the words your mind

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

The ebony queens are back on the
I assume you still suck like a 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 with a deadly
Go down, low-down, this no showdown
The competition, I'm sure they'll down
Even if you to stand stiff
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 it, the furious females to fly to with
(Fuck)
Stay stiff suckers, soon you'll be stuck with a rep, torn to
A musical score leg, need a victory? I left an 'S' on your

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

The ebony princess in a safari
Battlin' me is a Honda racing a Ferrari
If you were the king, what laws would you 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
Little Wench, my mind is a trench
Makes you drop, you stop in your tracks and as I clench
My fist, I twist you use to rip
The next time you flex, I'm to get swift

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

Rhythmic without corrosion
Rhymes, in effect, that like a Trojan
Against disease, like a wack MC
more powerful than a punch at Jack Dempsy

I fear no one, I tell no tales
I will stand up to any male or
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 stay paid, I caught ya now you shook, afraid
Scared of the we came back to uplift
The name, we the game and we get swift