Luyện nghe bài hát Swing It Over Here

"kick it here baby pop!"

Chorus: murray, sermon,

[km] it over here!
[all] yo it over here!
swing it over here!
[all] swing it over here!
[km] y'all it over here!
yo swing it over here!
[km] come swing it here!
yo, swing it over there!

Verse one: murray

My rap style is like boom bips
So come get a whip, and a bump, it's
Crews couldn't hold it in
The is that I'm raw ill on the mic
Switchin my styles up a transvestite (word)
I think of as ? ? and
Keith murray is the champ
? come in against notable to breach lines?
I'll you make the same mistake twice three or four times
And nobody got a style like
You could say, I got my thinking cap on
I'll demolish the smartest rap artists
Regardless, to scream the hardest
I fuck your head up like with l.o.d.
Then bend you out of shape a master yogi
I put my head through chest, just to see
Who's next in line, just to get
I makes contact, the interlude
I take my to another level like qualudes
And you couldn't me out; cause the type of shit
I converse about'll drag your brain in the

Chorus: change to [all]

two: erick sermon

Cling cling, somebody me something
Why I got more props than don king without bouncing rings?
*ding ding* I be the flyest guy you ever on the microphone
Rip the shit to pieces, so leave me
Check me out, the way I the mode
The active half flippin so split 'fore I explode - boom!
So umm, pay attention, before I put you and your crew on
For being closed minded to my
Yo, I rock on reel when I record oh my
The world full of jackers so I keep my shit
When I rock the microphone I it right
And keep it hardcore and more than wesley snipes
To my there's no match
You want more then here's another batch, yo i

Chorus: throughout

"the redman what they call me" --> epmd's 'headbanger' (repeat 3x)
[ed] oh no, here comes the funkadelic

three: redman

Aoowwwwwhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my goodness! this be
The that I was stretching out my lungs
sums up *nasal inhale* I clear the mucus
Stick tissue up my nose to stop the snot from spots
To be or not I still give polka dots for plots
Now richard dawson had a survey sayin I was awesome
Throw on your walkmans I pour the funk sauce in your coffins
up! while the blunt's laced up just to pick the pace up
My style's freaky, nasty like ? seka? pussy
When I raped her, you don't know the four-uno-uno you know
That funk mixture that gets body, holy like scriptures
Now right about now I'm settin off a to blow the empire
To ashes -- my shit's more raw than niggaz stashes
Massive funk, swingin bangin bent up while I ya
I'm enough ta, fuck up another white man's trucker
Redman's evil the board of ouiji, niggaz could smoke
A whole pound of and couldn't see me off the tv!