Luyện nghe bài hát Swing It Over Here

"kick it over here pop!"

Chorus: murray, sermon,

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

one: keith murray

My rap style is swift like boom
So get a whip, and a bump, it's rough
couldn't hold it in handcuffs
The ordeal is I'm raw ill on the mic
Switchin my up like a transvestite (word)
I think of 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 times
And nobody got a style like
You say, I got my thinking cap on backwards
I'll demolish the retarded rap artists
Regardless, to scream the hardest
I fuck your head up like with l.o.d.
Then bend you out of like a master yogi
I put my head your chest, just to see
Who's next in line, just to get
I contact, bust the interlude
I take my skills to level like qualudes
And you couldn't hear me out; the type of shit
I converse about'll drag your in the slaughterhouse

Chorus: change to [all]

two: erick sermon

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

[all] throughout

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

three: redman

Aoowwwwwhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my goodness! could 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 from makin spots
To be or not I give niggaz polka dots for plots
Now dawson had a survey sayin that I was awesome
Throw on your walkmans I pour the funk sauce in your coffins
Wake up! while the laced up just to pick the pace up
My style's freaky, nasty like ? seka? pussy
When I raped her, you don't know check the four-uno-uno you
That funk mixture that gets your body, holy like
Now right about now I'm settin off a to blow the empire
To -- cause my shit's more 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 of ouiji, niggaz could smoke
A whole pound of weed and see me off the tv!