Luyện nghe bài hát Swing It Over Here

"kick it over baby pop!"

Chorus: murray, sermon,

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

one: keith murray

My rap is swift like boom bips
So come get a whip, and a bump, it's
Crews 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 murray is the vocabulary
? in against deep notable to breach lines?
I'll make you make the mistake twice three or four times
And nobody got a style like
You say, I got my thinking cap on backwards
I'll demolish the retarded smartest rap
Regardless, tryin to scream the
I fuck your head up like amphetamines l.o.d.
Then you out of shape like a master yogi
I put my through your chest, just to see
Who's next in line, to get wrecked
I makes contact, the interlude
I take my skills to another like qualudes
And you couldn't hear me cause the type of shit
I converse about'll drag your in the slaughterhouse

Chorus: change to [all]

Verse two: erick

Cling cling, somebody me something
Why I got more than don king without bouncing boxing 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 shit so split I explode - 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 so I keep my shit stored
When I rock the microphone I rock it
And keep it hardcore and more blacker than wesley
To my there's no match
You want more funk then another batch, yo i

Chorus: throughout

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

Verse redman

my goodness! could this be
The funk that I was stretching out my
Funkadelic sums up inhale* I clear the mucus
tissue up my nose to stop the snot from makin spots
To be or not I still give niggaz polka dots for
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 pick the up
My freaky, nasty like ? seka? pussy papers
When I raped her, you don't know check the you know
That funk that gets your body, holy like scriptures
Now right about now I'm settin off a 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 like the board of ouiji, niggaz could
A whole pound of weed and see me off the tv!