Luyện nghe bài hát Swing It Over Here

"kick it over baby pop!"

murray, sermon, others

[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, it over there!

Verse keith murray

My rap style is swift like 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
Switchin my up like a transvestite (word)
I think of as ? ? and
Keith murray is the vocabulary
? come in against deep notable to breach
make you make the same mistake twice three or four times
And nobody got a style like
You say, I got my thinking cap on backwards
I'll the retarded smartest rap artists
Regardless, tryin to scream the
I fuck your 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, to get wrecked
I makes contact, the interlude
I take my skills to another level like
And you couldn't me out; cause the type of shit
I converse drag your brain in the slaughterhouse

Chorus: change to [all]

Verse erick sermon

Cling cling, tell me something
Why I got more props don king 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 freak the
The active half shit so split 'fore 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 reel when I oh my lord
The world of jackers so I keep my shit stored
When I rock the microphone I it right
And keep it hardcore and more than wesley snipes
To my crew no match
You want more funk then another batch, yo i

Chorus: throughout

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

Verse three:

Aoowwwwwhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my goodness! could be
The funk that I was stretching out my
sums up *nasal inhale* I clear the mucus
Stick tissue up my nose to stop the snot from spots
To be or not I still give niggaz polka for plots
Now dawson had a survey sayin that I was awesome
Throw on your walkmans while I pour the funk sauce in 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 gets your body, holy like scriptures
Now right about now I'm settin off a bomb to the empire
To ashes -- cause my more raw than niggaz stashes
Massive funk, swingin bangin bent up while I ya
I'm rough ta, fuck up another white man's trucker
Redman's evil like the board of ouiji, niggaz could
A whole of weed and couldn't see me off the tv!