Luyện nghe bài hát Swing It Over Here

"kick it over baby pop!"

Chorus: murray, sermon,

[km] swing it here!
[all] yo it over here!
[km] it over here!
c'mon swing it over here!
[km] swing it over here!
[all] yo it over here!
come swing it over 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
couldn't hold it in handcuffs
The is that I'm raw ill on the mic
Switchin my styles up a transvestite (word)
I of competition as ? ? and
Keith murray is the vocabulary
? come in deep notable to breach lines?
I'll make you the same mistake twice three or four times
And got a style like this
You could say, I got my cap on backwards
I'll demolish the retarded smartest rap
Regardless, tryin to the hardest
I your head up like amphetamines with l.o.d.
Then bend you out of shape like a yogi
I put my head your chest, just to see
Who's next in line, just to get
I makes contact, the interlude
I take my skills to another level qualudes
And you couldn't me out; cause the type of shit
I converse drag your brain in the slaughterhouse

change to [all] throughout

Verse erick sermon

cling, somebody tell me something
Why I got more props than don without bouncing 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 the mode
The active half flippin shit so split I explode - boom!
So umm, pay attention, before I put you and your on suspension
For being minded to my invention
Yo, I rock on when I record oh my lord
The full of jackers so I keep my shit stored
I rock the microphone I rock it right
And keep it hardcore and more blacker wesley snipes
To my crew there's no
You want more then here's another batch, yo i

Chorus: [all]

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

Verse three:

my goodness! could this be
The that I was stretching out my lungs
Funkadelic sums up *nasal inhale* I the mucus
Stick tissue up my nose to stop the snot makin spots
To be or not I give niggaz polka dots for plots
Now richard had a survey sayin that I was awesome
Throw on your walkmans while I pour the sauce in your coffins
Wake up! while the laced up just to pick the pace up
My style's freaky, like ? seka? pussy papers
When I raped her, you don't check the four-uno-uno you know
That funk mixture that gets your body, holy like
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, bangin bent up while I fucked ya
I'm rough enough ta, up another white man's trucker
Redman's evil like the board of ouiji, could smoke
A whole pound of weed and see me off the tv!