Luyện nghe bài hát Swing It Over Here

"kick it over baby pop!"

murray, sermon, others

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

Verse one: murray

My rap is swift like boom bips
So come get a whip, and a bump, rough
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
Keith is the vocabulary champ
? come in deep notable to breach lines?
make you make 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 smartest rap artists
Regardless, to scream the hardest
I fuck your up like amphetamines with l.o.d.
Then bend you out of shape like a yogi
I put my head through your chest, to see
Who's next in line, just to get
I contact, bust the interlude
I take my skills to another level qualudes
And you couldn't hear me out; cause the of shit
I converse about'll drag your brain in the

Chorus: to [all] throughout

two: erick sermon

Cling cling, somebody tell me
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 leave me
me out, the way I freak the mode
The active half flippin shit so split I explode - boom!
So umm, pay attention, before I put you and crew on suspension
For being minded to my invention
Yo, I rock on when I record oh my lord
The world full of jackers so I keep my stored
When I rock the I rock it right
And keep it hardcore and more blacker than snipes
To my there's no match
You want more funk then another batch, yo i

Chorus: [all]

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

three: redman

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