Luyện nghe bài hát Swing It Over Here

"kick it here baby pop!"

murray, sermon, others

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

Verse keith murray

My rap style is swift like 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
Switchin my styles up like a (word)
I think of as ? ? and
Keith murray is the vocabulary
? come in against notable to breach lines?
I'll you make the same mistake 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 your head up like amphetamines with l.o.d.
bend you out of shape like a master yogi
I put my head through your chest, to see
Who's in line, just to get wrecked
I makes contact, bust the
I take my skills to another like qualudes
And you couldn't hear me out; cause the of shit
I converse drag your brain in the slaughterhouse

Chorus: change to [all]

Verse erick sermon

cling, somebody tell me something
Why I got more props than don king without bouncing rings?
*ding I be the flyest guy you ever sawr on the microphone
Rip the to pieces, so leave me alone
Check me out, the way I the mode
The active half flippin so split 'fore I explode - boom!
So umm, pay attention, before I put you and your crew on
For being closed to my invention
Yo, I on reel when I record oh my lord
The world of jackers so I keep my shit stored
I rock the microphone I rock it right
And keep it hardcore and more blacker wesley snipes
To my crew no match
You want funk then here's another batch, yo i

Chorus: [all]

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

Verse redman

Aoowwwwwhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my goodness! could be
The that 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 that I was
Throw on your walkmans while I the funk sauce in your coffins
Wake up! while the blunt's laced up just to pick the 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, like scriptures
Now right about now I'm off a bomb to blow the empire
To ashes -- cause my shit's raw than niggaz stashes
Massive funk, swingin bangin bent up I fucked ya
I'm rough enough ta, fuck up white man's trucker
Redman's evil like the board of ouiji, niggaz could
A whole pound of and couldn't see me off the tv!