Luyện nghe bài hát Swinging Swords

These can't deface me
Hot rhythms me
Can't help but it boy
Swing it brother
Don't the beat that's
Slapped this foolish
Come on me boys
Swing it swing

<9th prince-over

up, let's take 'em to war, son
Show 'em how it should be
It's god
Yeah,
Stimulate the cells
Check it, it

<9th

Yo killarmy bounty
kid shivers
Shells up your liver
Dead corp the rivers
style is superior from shaolin to nigeria
Stalking the monitor
With the wisdom for fessor (? )
Lyrical kid in
Nat turner was my militant
I capture your mind put in
Control the soul
Victims became mechanical slaves
Read the coast historian
As you this
Your walking soldiers can't get close to this
I be shit like moses
celebrate with guns 'n roses
I turn soundtracks into
My tongue is to an axe
I used to be caught up in the of mad max
Now come against the of the 9th prince
I sit upon my and chop off domes
Then them home to your peoples
So can sew 'em

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Word up,
Taking y'all to war ground
down the battlefield, word up
Shout outs to all my universal
Killarmy, up
space 9, the clan, word up
of man
My high style, word up
To all the soldiers in all the fifty two
New york,
Philadelphia, up
My anna locked atlanta, for real
Little rock,
Pittsburgh, up
Washington d.c., for real
To all my juvenile niggas that's up in tober center
Word up, ryker's
Peace to big (? ) and supreme
Word up the God and wise
wah
Word up to the soldiers
My nigga islord still down in the jungle, son
Word up keep your sword up son, killarmy represent this shit, son
up, peace
Get out of