Luyện nghe bài hát Swing It Over Here

"kick it over here pop!"

Chorus: murray, sermon,

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

Verse keith murray

My rap style is like boom bips
So get a whip, and a bump, it's rough
Crews couldn't it in handcuffs
The ordeal is 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 deep notable to lines?
I'll make you make the same mistake twice three or four
And nobody got a style like
You could say, I got my cap on backwards
I'll demolish the smartest rap artists
Regardless, tryin to the hardest
I your head up like amphetamines with l.o.d.
Then bend you out of shape like a master
I put my head through your chest, to see
Who's next in line, just to get
I makes contact, bust the
I take my skills to another level qualudes
And you couldn't hear me out; cause the of shit
I converse about'll drag your brain in the

Chorus: to [all] throughout

Verse two: erick

Cling cling, tell me something
Why I got more props don king without bouncing boxing rings?
*ding ding* I be the flyest guy you sawr on the microphone
Rip the shit to pieces, so leave me
Check me out, the way I the mode
The active half shit so split 'fore I explode - boom!
So umm, pay attention, before I put you and your crew on
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
When I rock the microphone I rock it
And keep it hardcore and more blacker wesley snipes
To my crew there's no
You want funk then here's another batch, yo i

Chorus: [all]

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

Verse redman

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