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

Verse keith murray

My rap style is like boom bips
So come get a whip, and a bump, rough
couldn't hold it in handcuffs
The is that I'm raw ill on the mic
my styles up like a transvestite (word)
I think of as ? ? and
Keith is the vocabulary champ
? come in deep notable to breach lines?
I'll make you 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, tryin to scream the
I fuck your head up like amphetamines l.o.d.
bend you out of shape like a master yogi
I put my head through chest, just to see
Who's next in line, to get wrecked
I makes contact, the interlude
I take my to another level like qualudes
And you hear me out; cause the type of shit
I converse about'll your brain in the slaughterhouse

Chorus: change to throughout

Verse two: sermon

cling, somebody 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 me alone
Check me out, the way I freak the
The active flippin shit so split 'fore I explode - boom!
So umm, pay attention, before I put you and your crew on
For being closed minded to my
Yo, I rock on reel when I record oh my
The world full of jackers so I keep my stored
When I rock the microphone I it right
And keep it hardcore and more blacker wesley snipes
To my crew there's no
You more funk then here's another batch, yo i

[all] throughout

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

three: redman

Aoowwwwwhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my goodness! could be
The that I was stretching out my lungs
sums up *nasal inhale* I clear the mucus
Stick tissue up my nose to the snot from makin spots
To be or not I still give polka dots for plots
Now richard dawson had a survey that I was awesome
Throw on walkmans while I pour the funk sauce in your coffins
Wake up! while the blunt's up just to pick the pace up
My freaky, nasty like ? seka? pussy papers
When I raped her, you don't check the four-uno-uno you know
That funk that gets your body, holy like 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, bangin bent up while I fucked ya
I'm rough enough ta, fuck up another man's trucker
Redman's evil the board of ouiji, niggaz could smoke
A whole pound of and couldn't see me off the tv!