Luyện nghe bài hát Swing It Over Here

"kick it here baby pop!"

murray, sermon, others

[km] swing it here!
[all] yo swing it here!
[km] it over here!
c'mon swing it over here!
[km] y'all it over here!
yo swing it over here!
[km] swing it over 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 couldn't hold it in
The ordeal is I'm raw ill on the mic
Switchin my up like a transvestite (word)
I of competition as ? ? and
Keith is the vocabulary champ
? come in against deep notable to breach
I'll make you the same mistake twice three or four times
And nobody got a like this
You could say, I got my cap on backwards
I'll demolish the retarded rap artists
Regardless, to scream the hardest
I fuck head up like amphetamines with l.o.d.
Then bend you out of shape like a yogi
I put my head through your chest, to see
Who's in line, just to get wrecked
I contact, bust the interlude
I take my skills to another like qualudes
And you couldn't hear me out; the type of shit
I converse about'll drag brain in the slaughterhouse

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Verse two: sermon

Cling cling, somebody me something
Why I got more props 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
Check me out, the way I freak the
The active half flippin shit so 'fore I explode - boom!
So umm, pay attention, before I put you and crew on suspension
For closed minded to my invention
Yo, I rock on reel I record oh my lord
The world full of so I keep my shit stored
I rock the microphone I rock it right
And keep it hardcore and more than wesley snipes
To my crew no match
You want more then here's another batch, yo i

[all] throughout

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

Verse redman

my goodness! could this be
The funk I was stretching out my lungs
Funkadelic sums up 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 richard dawson had a survey sayin I was awesome
on your walkmans while I pour the funk sauce in your coffins
Wake up! while the blunt's laced up just to the pace up
My freaky, nasty like ? 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
funk, swingin bangin bent up while I fucked ya
I'm enough ta, fuck up another white man's trucker
Redman's evil like the of ouiji, niggaz could smoke
A pound of weed and couldn't see me off the tv!