Luyện nghe bài hát Swinging Swords

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

prince-over chorus>

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

<9th

Yo killarmy bounty
Industry kid
Shells up your liver
corp float the rivers
Murderous style is superior from to nigeria
Stalking the monitor
With the for dynamical fessor (? )
kid in processor
Nat was my militant ancestor
I your mind put in isolation
Control the automation
Victims became mechanical again
the east coast historian
As you oppose
Your walking dead can't get close to this
I be splitting like moses
Then with guns 'n roses
I soundtracks into startracks
My tongue is to an axe
I to be caught up in the world of mad max
Now against the consequence of the 9th prince
I sit my throne and chop off domes
Then send them home to your
So can sew 'em

Thoughts I generate high forms of energy
My energetic
Ultramagnetic
Burn oil
High octane let it drain the shaolin soil
You get trapped inside my rap
Like my phalanges rip the
When I a war poem
It's writen in my log
It's a killarmy
Puerto rican mobster in
Perform at the mirage my
Get the ticket through telecharge as I lyrics get enlarged
Grenade particles rip through your articles
You for shelter
My tre pound rounds'll you
Like camouflage vinyl in the of delta

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