Luyện nghe bài hát Swing It Over Here

"kick it over baby pop!"

murray, sermon, others

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

Verse one: murray

My rap is swift like boom bips
So come get a whip, and a bump, rough
Crews couldn't hold it in
The is that I'm raw ill on the mic
my styles 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 same twice three or four times
And nobody got a style this
You say, I got my thinking cap on backwards
I'll the retarded smartest rap artists
Regardless, to scream the hardest
I fuck your head up like with l.o.d.
Then bend you out of shape a master yogi
I put my head your chest, just to see
Who's in line, just to get wrecked
I contact, bust the interlude
I take my skills to level like qualudes
And you hear me out; cause the type of shit
I converse about'll drag brain in the slaughterhouse

Chorus: to [all] throughout

Verse two: erick

Cling cling, somebody tell me
Why I got more props than don king without boxing rings?
*ding ding* I be the flyest guy you 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 your on suspension
For being closed minded to my
Yo, I rock on reel when I record oh my
The world of jackers so I keep my shit stored
When I rock the I rock it right
And keep it hardcore and more blacker than wesley
To my there's no match
You want more funk here's another batch, yo i

Chorus: throughout

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

Verse redman

my goodness! could this be
The funk that I was out my lungs
Funkadelic up *nasal inhale* I clear the mucus
Stick tissue up my nose to stop the snot makin spots
To be or not I still give niggaz dots for plots
Now richard had a survey sayin that I was awesome
Throw on your walkmans while I pour the funk sauce in your
Wake up! while the laced up just to pick the pace up
My style's freaky, nasty like ? seka? papers
I raped her, you don't know check the four-uno-uno you know
That funk mixture that gets your body, holy like
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, 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, could smoke
A pound of weed and couldn't see me off the tv!