Luyện nghe bài hát Swinging Swords

These can't deface me
Hot rhythms me
Can't but swing it boy
Swing it brother
Don't the beat that's
Slapped this foolish
Come on swing me
Swing it brother

prince-over chorus>

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

prince>

Yo bounty killers
kid shivers
Shells up through liver
Dead float the rivers
Murderous is superior from shaolin to nigeria
Stalking through the
With the for dynamical fessor (? )
kid in processor
Nat was my militant ancestor
I your mind put in isolation
Control the automation
became mechanical slaves again
Read the east coast
As you oppose
walking dead soldiers can't get close to this
I be splitting shit like
celebrate with guns 'n roses
I turn into startracks
My tongue is 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 off domes
Then them home to your peoples
So can sew 'em

half>

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

up, killarmy
Taking to another war ground
down the battlefield, word up
Shout outs to all my soldiers
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 down atlanta, for real
Little rock,
Pittsburgh, up
d.c., upstate for real
To all my juvenile niggas that's locked up in tober
Word up, ryker's
Peace to big (? ) and supreme
Word up the God and wise
wah
Word up to the soldiers
My islord still locked down in the jungle, son
Word up keep your sword up son, gonna represent this shit, son
Word up,
Get out of