Luyện nghe bài hát Swing It Over Here

"kick it over baby pop!"

murray, sermon, others

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

Verse one: murray

My rap style is like boom bips
So come get a whip, and a bump, rough
Crews couldn't it in handcuffs
The is that I'm raw ill on the mic
my styles up like a transvestite (word)
I think of as ? ? and
Keith murray is the champ
? come in against notable to breach lines?
I'll make you make the same mistake twice or four times
And got a style 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 you out of shape like a master yogi
I put my through your chest, just to see
Who's next in line, just to get
I contact, bust the interlude
I take my skills to another level qualudes
And you couldn't me out; cause the type of shit
I about'll drag your brain in the slaughterhouse

Chorus: change to [all]

Verse two: erick

cling, somebody tell me something
Why I got props than don king without bouncing boxing rings?
*ding ding* I be the guy you ever sawr on the microphone
Rip the shit to pieces, so leave me
me out, the way I freak 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 minded to my invention
Yo, I rock on reel I record oh my lord
The world of jackers so I keep my shit stored
When I the microphone I rock it right
And keep it hardcore and more blacker wesley snipes
To my crew no match
You want more funk here's another batch, yo i

Chorus: [all]

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

Verse three:

Aoowwwwwhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my goodness! could be
The funk I was stretching out my lungs
sums up *nasal inhale* I clear the mucus
Stick tissue up my nose to stop the from makin spots
To be or not I still niggaz polka dots for plots
Now richard dawson had a survey that I was awesome
Throw on your while I pour the funk sauce in your coffins
Wake up! while the blunt's laced up just to pick the up
My style's freaky, like ? seka? pussy papers
When I raped her, you don't know check the you know
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 raw than niggaz stashes
funk, swingin bangin bent up while I fucked ya
I'm enough ta, fuck up another white man's trucker
Redman's evil like the board of ouiji, could smoke
A pound of weed and couldn't see me off the tv!