Luyện nghe bài hát Swing It Over Here

"kick it here baby pop!"

Chorus: murray, sermon,

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

Verse one: murray

My rap is swift like boom bips
So come get a whip, and a bump, rough
Crews hold it in handcuffs
The is that I'm raw ill on the mic
my styles up like a transvestite (word)
I of competition as ? ? and
Keith is the vocabulary champ
? come in against deep notable to breach
I'll make you make the same mistake twice three or four
And nobody got a like this
You could say, I got my thinking cap on
I'll demolish the retarded smartest rap
Regardless, tryin to scream the
I your head up like amphetamines with l.o.d.
Then bend you out of shape like a master
I put my head through chest, just to see
next in line, just to get wrecked
I makes contact, bust the
I my skills to another level like qualudes
And you couldn't hear me out; the type of shit
I converse about'll drag brain in the slaughterhouse

Chorus: change to [all]

Verse two: erick

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

[all] throughout

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

Verse three:

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