Luyện nghe bài hát Swing It Over Here

"kick it over here pop!"

Chorus: murray, sermon,

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

Verse one: keith

My rap style is swift boom bips
So come get a whip, and a bump, rough
couldn't hold it in handcuffs
The ordeal is I'm raw ill on the mic
Switchin my styles up like a (word)
I of competition as ? ? and
Keith is the vocabulary champ
? come in against deep notable to breach
I'll make you the same mistake twice three or four times
And got a style like this
You could say, I got my thinking cap on
I'll demolish the smartest rap artists
Regardless, to scream the hardest
I fuck your head up amphetamines with l.o.d.
Then bend you out of shape like a master
I put my head your chest, just to see
Who's next in line, just to get
I makes contact, bust the
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: sermon

cling, somebody tell me something
Why I got more props than don king without bouncing boxing
*ding ding* I be the flyest guy you sawr on the microphone
Rip the to pieces, so leave me alone
me out, the way I freak the mode
The active half flippin so split 'fore I explode - boom!
So umm, pay attention, I put you and your crew on suspension
For being closed to my invention
Yo, I rock on when I record 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 wesley snipes
To my crew there's no
You more funk then here's another batch, yo i

Chorus: [all]

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

Verse redman

Aoowwwwwhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my goodness! this be
The funk that I was out my lungs
Funkadelic up *nasal inhale* I clear the mucus
tissue up my nose to stop the snot from makin spots
To be or not I still give niggaz 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 laced up to pick the pace up
My style's freaky, like ? seka? pussy papers
When I raped her, you don't know check the you know
That funk mixture that your body, holy like scriptures
Now right now I'm settin off a bomb to blow the empire
To -- cause my shit's more raw than niggaz stashes
Massive funk, swingin bent up while I fucked ya
I'm rough enough ta, fuck up another white trucker
Redman's like the board of ouiji, niggaz could smoke
A whole of weed and couldn't see me off the tv!