Luyện nghe bài hát Swing It Over Here

"kick it over baby pop!"

murray, sermon, others

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

Verse one: murray

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

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Verse two: sermon

Cling cling, somebody tell me
Why I got more props don king without bouncing boxing rings?
*ding ding* I be the flyest guy you sawr on the microphone
Rip the to pieces, so leave me alone
Check me out, the way I 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 rock on reel when I record oh my
The world of jackers so I keep my shit stored
When I rock the microphone I rock it
And keep it hardcore and more blacker than snipes
To my crew there's no
You want more funk then another batch, yo i

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

three: redman

Aoowwwwwhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my goodness! this be
The that I was stretching out my lungs
Funkadelic sums up *nasal inhale* I the mucus
Stick up my nose to stop the snot from makin spots
To be or not I give niggaz polka dots for plots
Now richard dawson had a survey that I was awesome
Throw on your walkmans while I pour the funk sauce in coffins
Wake up! the blunt's laced up just to pick the pace up
My style's freaky, nasty ? seka? pussy papers
When I raped her, you don't know check the you know
That funk mixture gets 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 stashes
Massive funk, swingin bangin bent up I fucked ya
I'm rough enough ta, fuck up another white man's
Redman's evil like the of ouiji, niggaz could smoke
A whole pound of and couldn't see me off the tv!