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

Verse keith murray

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

Chorus: change to [all]

Verse two: sermon

Cling cling, tell me something
Why I got more props than don king without boxing rings?
*ding ding* I be the guy you ever sawr 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 I explode - boom!
So umm, pay attention, before I put you and your on suspension
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 the microphone I rock it right
And keep it hardcore and more blacker than snipes
To my crew there's no
You want more funk then another batch, yo i

[all] throughout

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

Verse redman

Aoowwwwwhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my goodness! this be
The that I was stretching out my lungs
Funkadelic sums up *nasal I clear the mucus
Stick up my nose to stop the snot from makin spots
To be or not I still give niggaz polka dots for
Now richard had a survey sayin that I was awesome
Throw on 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, like ? seka? pussy papers
When I raped her, you don't know check the four-uno-uno you
That mixture that gets your body, holy like scriptures
Now right about now I'm settin off a bomb to the empire
To -- cause my shit's more raw than niggaz 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 board of ouiji, niggaz smoke
A pound of weed and couldn't see me off the tv!