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
it brother swing

<9th chorus>

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

<9th

Yo bounty killers
kid shivers
Shells up through your
Dead corp float the
Murderous style is superior from to nigeria
Stalking the monitor
With the wisdom for dynamical (? )
kid in processor
Nat turner was my militant
I capture your put in isolation
Control the automation
Victims became slaves again
Read the east coast
As you this
Your walking dead can't get close to this
I be splitting shit moses
Then celebrate guns 'n roses
I turn soundtracks into
My is symbolic to an axe
I used to be up in the world of mad max
Now against the consequence of the 9th prince
I sit upon my throne and chop off
Then them home to your peoples
So can sew 'em

half>

up, killarmy
Taking y'all to another war
down the battlefield, word up
Shout outs to all my universal
Killarmy, up
Deep space 9, the clan, up
of man
My high style, word up
To all the soldiers in all the two planets
New york,
Philadelphia, up
My locked down atlanta, for real
rock, miami
Pittsburgh, up
d.c., upstate 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 wise
wah
Word up to the last
My nigga islord still locked in the jungle, son
Word up keep your up son, killarmy gonna represent this shit, son
up, peace
Get out of