Luyện nghe bài hát Swing It Over Here

"kick it here baby pop!"

Chorus: murray, sermon,

[km] swing it here!
[all] yo swing it here!
[km] it over here!
[all] c'mon swing it here!
[km] y'all swing it here!
[all] yo swing it here!
come swing it over here!
[red] yo, 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 is that I'm raw ill on the mic
Switchin my up like a transvestite (word)
I think of as ? ? and
Keith is the vocabulary champ
? in against deep notable to breach lines?
I'll make you make the same mistake twice three or times
And got a style like this
You could say, I got my cap on backwards
demolish the retarded smartest rap artists
Regardless, tryin to the hardest
I fuck your 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 next in line, just to get
I makes contact, bust the
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 [all]

two: erick sermon

Cling cling, tell me something
Why I got more than don king without bouncing boxing 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 freak the
The active half shit so split 'fore I explode - boom!
So umm, pay attention, before I put you and your on suspension
For being minded to my invention
Yo, I rock on reel I record oh my lord
The world of jackers so I keep my shit stored
When I rock the I rock it right
And keep it hardcore and more than wesley snipes
To my there's no match
You want more funk then here's batch, yo i

Chorus: throughout

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

Verse three:

Aoowwwwwhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my goodness! could be
The funk that I was out my lungs
sums up *nasal inhale* I clear the mucus
Stick tissue up my to stop the snot from makin spots
To be or not I still niggaz polka dots for plots
Now richard had a survey sayin that I was awesome
Throw on your walkmans while I pour the funk sauce in coffins
Wake up! while the blunt's laced up just to the pace up
My style's freaky, nasty ? seka? pussy papers
When I raped her, you don't check the four-uno-uno you know
That funk mixture that gets your body, holy scriptures
Now about now I'm settin off a bomb to blow the empire
To -- cause my shit's more raw than niggaz stashes
Massive funk, swingin bangin bent up while I ya
I'm rough ta, fuck up another white man's trucker
Redman's evil like the board of ouiji, niggaz could
A whole pound of weed and see me off the tv!