Luyện nghe bài hát Swing It Over Here

"kick it over here pop!"

Chorus: murray, sermon,

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

one: keith murray

My rap style is like boom bips
So come get a whip, and a bump, it's
Crews hold it in handcuffs
The ordeal is I'm raw ill on the mic
my styles up like a transvestite (word)
I think of as ? ? and
Keith is the vocabulary champ
? 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 could say, I got my thinking cap on
I'll demolish the retarded rap artists
Regardless, tryin to scream the
I fuck your head up amphetamines with l.o.d.
Then you out of shape like a master yogi
I put my head through your chest, to see
next in line, just to get wrecked
I contact, bust the interlude
I take my skills to level like qualudes
And you couldn't me out; cause the type of shit
I about'll drag your brain in the slaughterhouse

change to [all] throughout

Verse two: erick

Cling cling, somebody me something
Why I got more props than don king without bouncing boxing
*ding ding* I be the flyest guy you ever on the microphone
Rip the shit to pieces, so leave me
me out, the way I freak the mode
The active half flippin shit so split 'fore I - boom!
So umm, pay attention, before I put you and crew on suspension
For being closed minded to my
Yo, I on reel when I record 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 crew no match
You want more then here's another batch, yo i

Chorus: throughout

"the redman what they call 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 out my lungs
Funkadelic sums up *nasal inhale* I the mucus
Stick tissue up my nose to the snot from makin spots
To be or not I give niggaz polka dots for plots
Now richard dawson had a survey sayin I was awesome
Throw on your walkmans while I pour the funk sauce in coffins
Wake up! while the blunt's laced up just to the pace up
My style's freaky, like ? seka? pussy papers
When I her, you don't know check the four-uno-uno you know
That funk mixture that your 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 than stashes
Massive funk, swingin bangin bent up I fucked ya
I'm rough enough ta, fuck up another white trucker
Redman's evil like the board of ouiji, niggaz could
A whole of weed and couldn't see me off the tv!