Luyện nghe bài hát Swing It Over Here

"kick it here baby pop!"

murray, sermon, others

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

Verse one: murray

My rap style is like boom bips
So come get a whip, and a bump, rough
Crews couldn't 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 mistake twice three or four times
And nobody got a style this
You could say, I got my cap on backwards
I'll the retarded smartest rap artists
Regardless, tryin to the hardest
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 makes contact, the interlude
I take my skills to another like qualudes
And you couldn't hear me out; cause the of shit
I converse about'll drag your brain in the

change to [all] throughout

Verse two: erick

Cling cling, somebody tell me
Why I got more props than don king without bouncing rings?
*ding ding* I be the guy you ever sawr on the microphone
Rip the to pieces, so leave me alone
me out, the way I freak the mode
The active half flippin shit so split I explode - boom!
So umm, pay attention, I put you and your crew on suspension
For being closed to my invention
Yo, I rock on when I record oh my lord
The world full of jackers so I keep my stored
When I rock the I rock it right
And keep it hardcore and blacker than wesley snipes
To my crew no match
You want funk then here's another batch, yo i

[all] throughout

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

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 still give niggaz polka dots for
Now richard dawson had a survey that I was awesome
Throw on your walkmans while I pour the funk in your coffins
Wake up! while the laced up just to pick the pace up
My freaky, nasty like ? seka? pussy papers
I raped her, you don't know check the four-uno-uno you know
That funk mixture gets your body, holy like scriptures
Now right about now I'm settin off a to blow the empire
To -- cause my shit's more raw than niggaz stashes
Massive funk, swingin bangin up while I fucked ya
I'm rough enough ta, fuck up another man's trucker
Redman's evil like the of ouiji, niggaz could smoke
A whole pound of and couldn't see me off the tv!