Luyện nghe bài hát Swing It Over Here

"kick it here baby pop!"

Chorus: murray, sermon,

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

Verse keith murray

My rap style is like boom bips
So come get a whip, and a bump, it's
couldn't 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
Keith is the vocabulary champ
? in against deep notable to breach lines?
I'll you make the same mistake twice three or four times
And nobody got a like this
You say, I got my thinking cap on backwards
I'll demolish the smartest rap artists
Regardless, tryin to scream the
I fuck your head up like with l.o.d.
Then you out of shape like a master yogi
I put my head through your chest, to see
Who's next in line, to get wrecked
I contact, bust the interlude
I take my skills to another like qualudes
And you couldn't me out; cause the type of shit
I converse about'll your brain in the slaughterhouse

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 flyest guy you sawr on the microphone
Rip the shit to pieces, so me alone
Check me out, the way I the mode
The active half shit so split 'fore I explode - boom!
So umm, pay attention, before I put you and crew on suspension
For being minded to my invention
Yo, I rock on reel when I record oh my
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 more 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, here comes the redman

three: redman

Aoowwwwwhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my goodness! this be
The funk that I was stretching out my
Funkadelic up *nasal inhale* I clear the mucus
tissue 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! while the blunt's laced up just to the pace up
My style's freaky, nasty like ? pussy papers
When I raped her, you 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 stashes
Massive funk, bangin bent up while I fucked ya
I'm rough enough ta, fuck up another white trucker
Redman's evil like the board of ouiji, niggaz smoke
A pound of weed and couldn't see me off the tv!