Luyện nghe bài hát Swinging Swords

These rhythms can't me
Hot rhythms me
help but swing it boy
Swing it brother
Don't stop the beat
Slapped this brat
Come on me boys
Swing it swing

<9th prince-over

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

prince>

Yo bounty killers
kid shivers
Shells up through liver
corp float the rivers
Murderous style is superior shaolin to nigeria
Stalking through the
With the wisdom for dynamical (? )
kid in processor
Nat turner was my ancestor
I your mind put in isolation
the soul automation
Victims became mechanical slaves
Read the east coast
As you this
Your walking dead soldiers can't get close to
I be splitting shit like
Then celebrate guns 'n roses
I turn into startracks
My is symbolic to an axe
I to be caught up in the world of mad max
Now come against the of the 9th prince
I sit upon my throne and chop off
Then send home to your peoples
So can sew 'em

half>

What, what, one
on, swing it
Bring it,
Killarm, yeah, it
The gods gonna it
Real,

sin>

Yo, yo
You either get down the fuck up or catch an uppercut
Rough enough to muffle up your jaw we knuckle up
Knuckle what? bacardi hit me than you
You crash dummies show respect when the gods is through
Eyes up the size of coconuts
body folding up
Allah the soldier struck and through the cut I walk and you up
Sit back hang your hip like loose kani's
Try to flip it on the strength of wis' and let you slide
Savage eighty five to test sides
True living thirty two shots
We're sending a rocket to your
Caught you
Like a cold sore the coming in
Juggling the church and street you got me wonderng and catch 'em
I let allah 'em
That's the
You dealing a madman's profession
So choose weapon

heard in background>

up, killarmy
Taking to another war ground
down the battlefield, word up
Shout to all my universal soldiers
Killarmy, up
Deep 9, the clan, word up
of man
My nigga high style, up
To all the soldiers in all the fifty two
New york,
Philadelphia, up
My anna down atlanta, for real
Little rock,
Pittsburgh, up
Washington d.c., for real
To all my juvenile that's locked 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 locked in the jungle, son
Word up keep your sword up son, gonna represent this shit, son
Word up,
Get out of