Luyện nghe bài hát Swing It Over Here

"kick it here baby pop!"

murray, sermon, others

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

Verse one: keith

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
Switchin my styles up like a (word)
I think of as ? ? and
Keith is the vocabulary champ
? come in deep notable to breach lines?
I'll make you make the same mistake twice three or four
And got a style like this
You could say, I got my thinking cap on
demolish the retarded smartest rap artists
Regardless, tryin to the hardest
I fuck your head up like amphetamines l.o.d.
Then bend you out of shape like a yogi
I put my head your chest, just to see
Who's next in line, to get wrecked
I contact, bust the interlude
I take my to another level like qualudes
And you couldn't hear me out; cause the of shit
I converse drag your brain in the slaughterhouse

Chorus: change to throughout

two: erick sermon

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

[all] throughout

"the redman that's what they call me" --> '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
sums up *nasal inhale* I clear the mucus
Stick up my nose to stop the snot from makin spots
To be or not I still niggaz polka dots for plots
Now dawson had a survey sayin that I was awesome
Throw on your walkmans I pour the funk sauce in your coffins
up! while the blunt's laced up just to pick the pace up
My style's freaky, nasty like ? pussy papers
When I her, you don't know check the four-uno-uno you know
funk mixture that gets your body, holy like scriptures
Now right about now I'm settin off a to blow the empire
To ashes -- cause my shit's more raw than niggaz
Massive funk, swingin bangin up while I fucked ya
I'm rough enough ta, fuck up another man's trucker
Redman's evil the board of ouiji, niggaz could smoke
A pound of weed and couldn't see me off the tv!