Luyện nghe bài hát Swing It Over Here

"kick it here baby pop!"

Chorus: murray, sermon,

swing it over here!
[all] yo it over here!
[km] swing it here!
[all] swing it over here!
[km] swing it over here!
[all] yo it over here!
[km] come it over here!
yo, swing it over there!

Verse keith murray

My rap style is swift like boom
So get a whip, and a bump, it's rough
Crews couldn't hold it in
The ordeal is I'm raw ill on the mic
my styles up like a transvestite (word)
I think of as ? ? and
Keith murray is the vocabulary
? come in against notable to breach lines?
I'll make you make the same mistake three or four times
And nobody got a like this
You say, I got my thinking cap on backwards
I'll demolish the smartest rap artists
Regardless, tryin to the hardest
I fuck your up like amphetamines with l.o.d.
Then bend you out of shape a master yogi
I put my through your chest, just to see
Who's next in line, to get wrecked
I contact, bust the interlude
I take my skills to another level like
And you couldn't hear me out; cause the of shit
I converse about'll drag your brain in the

Chorus: change to throughout

Verse two: erick

cling, somebody tell me something
Why I got more props than don king bouncing boxing rings?
*ding ding* I be the guy you ever sawr on the microphone
Rip the shit to pieces, so me alone
Check me out, the way I freak the
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 rock on reel when I record oh my
The full of jackers so I keep my shit stored
When I rock the I rock it right
And keep it hardcore and more than wesley snipes
To my there's no match
You want more funk here's another batch, yo i

[all] throughout

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

Verse redman

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