Luyện nghe bài hát Swing It Over Here

"kick it here baby pop!"

Chorus: murray, sermon,

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

Verse one: keith

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 styles up like a (word)
I think of as ? ? and
murray is the vocabulary champ
? in against deep notable to breach lines?
I'll make you make the same mistake twice or four times
And nobody got a like this
You could say, I got my thinking cap on
I'll demolish the smartest 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 in line, just to get wrecked
I makes contact, the interlude
I take my skills to another level qualudes
And you couldn't hear me out; cause the of shit
I about'll drag your brain in the slaughterhouse

change to [all] throughout

Verse erick sermon

Cling cling, tell me something
Why I got more props than don king without bouncing rings?
*ding I be the flyest guy you ever sawr on the microphone
Rip the to pieces, so leave me alone
me out, the way I freak the mode
The half flippin shit 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 when I oh my lord
The world of jackers so I keep my shit stored
When I rock the I rock it right
And it hardcore and more blacker than wesley snipes
To my there's no match
You more funk then here's another batch, yo i

Chorus: throughout

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

Verse redman

Aoowwwwwhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my goodness! could be
The that I was stretching out my lungs
Funkadelic up *nasal inhale* I clear the mucus
Stick tissue up my nose to stop the snot from makin
To be or not I still give niggaz 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 pick the up
My style's freaky, nasty ? seka? pussy 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 now I'm settin off a bomb to blow the empire
To ashes -- cause my shit's more raw niggaz stashes
Massive funk, swingin bangin up while I fucked ya
I'm rough enough ta, fuck up another white trucker
Redman's evil like the board of ouiji, niggaz smoke
A whole pound of weed and see me off the tv!