Luyện nghe bài hát Swing It Over Here

"kick it here baby pop!"

Chorus: murray, sermon,

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

Verse one: murray

My rap style is swift like bips
So come get a whip, and a bump, it's
Crews hold it in handcuffs
The is that I'm raw ill on the mic
Switchin my up like a transvestite (word)
I of competition as ? ? and
Keith murray is the champ
? come in deep 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
demolish the retarded smartest rap artists
Regardless, tryin to the hardest
I fuck your head up like amphetamines l.o.d.
bend you out of shape like a master yogi
I put my through your chest, just to see
Who's next in line, to get wrecked
I contact, bust the interlude
I take my skills to another level qualudes
And you hear me out; cause the type of shit
I converse about'll drag your in the slaughterhouse

Chorus: change to throughout

two: erick sermon

Cling cling, tell 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 to pieces, so leave me alone
me out, the way I freak the mode
The half flippin shit so split 'fore I explode - boom!
So umm, pay attention, before I put you and crew on suspension
For being closed to my invention
Yo, I on reel when I record oh my lord
The full of jackers so I keep my shit stored
I rock the microphone I rock it right
And keep it hardcore and blacker than wesley snipes
To my crew there's no
You want funk then here's another batch, yo i

Chorus: [all]

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

Verse three:

Aoowwwwwhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my goodness! could 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 give niggaz polka for plots
Now richard dawson had a sayin that I was awesome
Throw on walkmans while I pour the funk sauce in your coffins
Wake up! the blunt's laced up just to pick the pace up
My style's freaky, nasty like ? pussy papers
When I raped her, you know check the four-uno-uno you know
That funk mixture that gets body, holy like scriptures
Now right about now I'm settin off a bomb to the empire
To ashes -- cause my shit's more raw niggaz stashes
Massive funk, bangin bent up while I fucked ya
I'm rough 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!