Luyện nghe bài hát Swinging Swords

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

<9th prince-over

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

<9th

Yo bounty killers
Industry kid
Shells up through liver
Dead corp the rivers
Murderous is superior from shaolin to nigeria
Stalking the monitor
With the for dynamical fessor (? )
Lyrical kid in
Nat turner was my militant
I capture mind put in isolation
Control the soul
became mechanical slaves again
Read the coast historian
As you this
Your walking soldiers can't get close to this
I be splitting like moses
Then celebrate guns 'n roses
I turn soundtracks startracks
My is symbolic 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 send them home to peoples
So can sew 'em

half>

What, what, one
Come on, it
it, what
Killarm, yeah, it
The gonna bring it
Real,

sin>

Yo, yo
You either get down shut the fuck up or an uppercut
Rough enough to muffle up your jaw we knuckle up
what? bacardi hit me harder than you
You crash dummies show respect when the is coming through
swollen up the size of coconuts
Your body up
Allah the soldier and through the cut I walk and hold you up
Sit back hang from your hip like loose
Try to flip it on the of your wis' and let you slide
Savage eighty five to test sides
True we're living thirty two
We're sending a rocket to your
you bubbling
Like a cold the money coming in
the church and street life you got me wonderng and catch 'em
I let bless 'em
That's the
You dealing with a profession
So choose weapon

heard in background>

up, killarmy
Taking y'all to another war
down the battlefield, word up
Shout outs to all my universal
Killarmy, up
Deep 9, the clan, word up
of man
My nigga high style, up
To all the soldiers in all the two planets
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 queen (? ) and
Word up the God and general
wah
Word up to the soldiers
My nigga islord still down in the jungle, son
Word up keep your sword up son, killarmy gonna this shit, son
Word up,
Get out of