Luyện nghe bài hát Swift

The duo is back, check out the new style
get the heck out
Put on your gear but don't come 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 the rhyme is dancin', Jack will get a lip smack
So break up because it's time you shook up, you make up
It's to break up the party, now you're 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, Steevee-O has the musical
Spinderella's a propeller spinnin' music so dope
a lot of noise for all the boys shootin' the gift
Hold on tight 'cuz tonight Salt and Pepa's swift

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

You want flavor, well, something to savor
Why don't you wave a 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', a rest, I'm out for easin'
Bodily functions 'em dance
And Pep, this is the Christmas
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 vacuum
Cornball sucker, me a break
drop you from the sky like snow, you a cornflake

Born to break any or half-stepper
Who to get assaulted with a deadly pepper
Go down, low-down, this no showdown
The competition, I'm sure they'll blow
Even if you to stand stiff
The of the rhyme makes you move and we get swift

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

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

The ebony princess in a lyrical
Battlin' me is like a Honda racing a
If you were the king, what laws you have me obey?
None, my son 'cuz I'm quicker than a

Quick to split the chick tryin' to get
nothing but a prostitute turning a new trick
Little Miss Wench, my mind is a
Makes you drop, you stop in your 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 rhyme
Can you believe there's a trying to cause static?
Break out the supplies and medical aid
your mind for a super, alphabetical raid

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

I no one, plus I tell no tales
I stand up to any male or female
Ones who 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 multitude of I run to break
Beats for torture but get played
I paid, I caught ya now you shook, you're afraid
Scared of the we came back to uplift
The name, we the game and we get swift