Luyện nghe bài hát Swinging Swords

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

<9th chorus>

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

<9th

Yo killarmy killers
kid shivers
Shells up through your
Dead float the rivers
style is superior from shaolin to nigeria
Stalking the monitor
With the wisdom for fessor (? )
Lyrical kid in
Nat was my militant ancestor
I your mind put in isolation
Control the automation
Victims mechanical slaves again
Read the east historian
As you oppose
Your dead soldiers can't get close to this
I be splitting shit moses
celebrate with guns 'n roses
I turn soundtracks into
My tongue is 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 throne and chop off
Then send them home to your
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 shut the up or catch an uppercut
Rough enough to muffle up jaw when we knuckle up
Knuckle bacardi hit me harder than you
You crash dummies show respect when the is coming through
Eyes swollen up the of coconuts
Your folding up
Allah the soldier struck and through the cut I walk and you up
Sit back hang from your hip loose kani's
Try to flip it on the strength of your and let you slide
Savage eighty five trying to sides
we're living thirty two shots
We're sending a rocket to your
Caught you
Like a cold sore the money in
Juggling the and street life you got me wonderng and catch 'em
I let bless 'em
the question
You with a madman's profession
So your weapon

in background>

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