Luyện nghe bài hát Swing It Over Here

"kick it over here pop!"

murray, sermon, others

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

Verse one: keith

My rap style is swift boom bips
So get a whip, and a bump, it's rough
Crews couldn't it in handcuffs
The is that I'm raw ill on the mic
Switchin my styles up like a (word)
I think of as ? ? and
Keith murray is the vocabulary
? come in against deep notable to breach
make 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 retarded rap artists
Regardless, to scream the hardest
I fuck head up like amphetamines with l.o.d.
bend you out of shape like a master yogi
I put my head your chest, just to see
next in line, just to get wrecked
I makes contact, bust the
I my skills to another level like qualudes
And you couldn't hear me out; cause the of shit
I converse about'll your brain in the slaughterhouse

change to [all] throughout

Verse two: sermon

Cling cling, tell me something
Why I got more props than don king without 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 active half flippin shit so split 'fore I - boom!
So umm, pay attention, before I put you and crew on suspension
For being closed to my invention
Yo, I rock on reel when I oh my lord
The full 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 crew there's no
You want more funk 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

three: redman

Aoowwwwwhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my goodness! this be
The funk I was stretching out my lungs
Funkadelic sums up 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 dawson had a survey sayin I was awesome
Throw on your 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 ? seka? papers
I raped her, you don't know check the four-uno-uno you know
That funk mixture that gets your body, like scriptures
Now right about now I'm settin off a bomb to blow the
To ashes -- cause my more raw than niggaz stashes
Massive funk, bangin bent up while 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 whole of weed and couldn't see me off the tv!