Luyện nghe bài hát Swing It Over Here

"kick it over here pop!"

murray, sermon, others

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

Verse one: keith

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
Switchin my up like a transvestite (word)
I think of as ? ? and
Keith is the vocabulary champ
? come in deep notable to breach lines?
I'll make you make the same mistake twice or four times
And got a style like this
You say, I got my thinking cap on backwards
I'll the retarded smartest rap artists
Regardless, tryin to scream the
I fuck your head up like with l.o.d.
bend you out of shape like a master yogi
I put my head through chest, just to see
next in line, just to get wrecked
I makes contact, bust the
I take my to another level like qualudes
And you couldn't hear me cause the type of shit
I converse drag your brain in the slaughterhouse

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 flyest guy you sawr on the microphone
Rip the shit to pieces, so leave me
Check me out, the way I freak the
The active flippin shit so split 'fore I explode - boom!
So umm, pay attention, before I put you and your crew on
For being closed to my invention
Yo, I rock on reel I record oh my lord
The world full of jackers so I my shit stored
When I rock the I rock it right
And keep it hardcore and blacker than wesley snipes
To my there's no match
You want more funk then here's batch, yo i

Chorus: throughout

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

Verse three:

Aoowwwwwhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my goodness! this be
The funk that I was out my lungs
Funkadelic sums up inhale* I clear the mucus
Stick up my nose to stop the snot from makin spots
To be or not I still give niggaz dots for plots
Now richard dawson had a survey sayin that I was
Throw on your walkmans while I 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 ? pussy papers
I raped her, you don't know check the four-uno-uno you know
That funk mixture that your body, holy like scriptures
Now right about now I'm settin off a bomb to blow the
To ashes -- cause my shit's more raw than niggaz
Massive funk, swingin bangin bent up while I ya
I'm rough enough ta, fuck up another white man's
Redman's evil the board of ouiji, niggaz could smoke
A pound of weed and couldn't see me off the tv!