Luyện nghe bài hát Swing It Over Here

"kick it here baby pop!"

Chorus: murray, sermon,

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

Verse keith murray

My rap style is swift like bips
So come get a whip, and a bump, rough
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
? come in deep notable to breach lines?
I'll make you make the same mistake twice or four times
And got a style like this
You could say, I got my cap on backwards
I'll demolish the smartest rap artists
Regardless, to scream the hardest
I your head up like amphetamines with l.o.d.
bend you out of shape like a master yogi
I put my through your chest, just to see
Who's in line, just to get wrecked
I makes contact, bust the
I take my skills to another level like
And you hear me out; cause the type of shit
I about'll drag your brain in the slaughterhouse

Chorus: to [all] throughout

two: erick sermon

Cling cling, somebody tell me
Why I got more than don king without bouncing boxing rings?
*ding ding* I be the flyest guy you ever sawr on the
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 your crew on
For being closed to my invention
Yo, I rock on reel when I oh my lord
The world full of jackers so I keep my shit
When I rock the microphone I it right
And keep it hardcore and blacker than wesley snipes
To my crew no match
You want more funk then another batch, yo i

[all] throughout

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

Verse three:

Aoowwwwwhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my goodness! this be
The funk I was stretching out my lungs
sums up *nasal inhale* I clear the mucus
Stick tissue up my nose to stop the snot from spots
To be or not I still give niggaz polka for plots
Now richard dawson had a survey sayin I was awesome
Throw on your walkmans while I 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
I raped her, you don't know check the four-uno-uno you know
That funk mixture that gets your body, holy scriptures
Now right now I'm settin off a bomb to blow the empire
To ashes -- my shit's more raw than niggaz stashes
Massive funk, bangin bent up while I fucked ya
I'm enough ta, fuck up another white man's trucker
Redman's evil the board of ouiji, niggaz could smoke
A whole pound of weed and see me off the tv!