Luyện nghe bài hát Swing It Over Here

"kick it here baby pop!"

murray, sermon, others

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

Verse one: keith

My rap style is swift like bips
So come get a whip, and a bump, it's
Crews couldn't hold it in
The ordeal is I'm raw ill on the mic
Switchin my up like a transvestite (word)
I of competition as ? ? and
murray is the vocabulary champ
? in against deep notable to breach lines?
I'll make you make the same twice three or four times
And nobody got a style this
You could say, I got my 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 bend you out of like a master yogi
I put my head through chest, just to see
Who's in line, just to get wrecked
I makes contact, the interlude
I take my skills to another level like
And you couldn't me out; cause the type of shit
I converse about'll drag brain in the slaughterhouse

change to [all] throughout

Verse two: erick

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

Chorus: throughout

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

Verse three:

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