Luyện nghe bài hát Swinging Swords

These rhythms deface me
Hot stimulate me
help but swing it boy
Swing it brother
Don't stop the that's
this foolish brat
Come on swing me
Swing it swing

<9th prince-over

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

<9th

Yo bounty killers
kid shivers
Shells up your liver
corp float the rivers
Murderous is superior from shaolin to nigeria
Stalking through the
With the for dynamical fessor (? )
kid in processor
Nat turner was my ancestor
I capture mind put in isolation
Control the automation
Victims became slaves again
Read the coast historian
As you this
Your dead soldiers can't get close to this
I be splitting like moses
celebrate with guns 'n roses
I turn into startracks
My tongue is to an axe
I used to be up in the world of mad max
Now come the consequence of the 9th prince
I sit my throne and chop off domes
Then them home to your peoples
So can sew 'em

Thoughts I generate high forms of energy
My brain's
synthetic
Burn oil
High octane let it drain the shaolin soil
You get trapped my rap coils
my phalanges rip the microphone
When I a war poem
It's writen in my log
It's a espionage
rican mobster in camouflage
Perform at the my entourage
Get the ticket through telecharge as I massage get enlarged
Grenade particles rip through your articles
You flee for
My tre rounds'll melt you
camouflage vinyl in the force of delta

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