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 stop the that's
this foolish brat
Come on swing me
Swing it swing

prince-over chorus>

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

<9th

Yo bounty killers
Industry kid
Shells up your liver
Dead corp float the
Murderous style is superior from to nigeria
through the monitor
With the wisdom for dynamical (? )
kid in processor
Nat was my militant ancestor
I your mind put in isolation
Control the soul
became mechanical slaves again
Read the east coast
As you this
Your dead soldiers can't get close to this
I be splitting shit like
Then with guns 'n roses
I soundtracks into startracks
My is symbolic 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 and chop off domes
Then send them home to your
So can sew 'em

half>

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

sin>

Yo, yo
You get down shut the fuck up or catch an uppercut
Rough to muffle up your jaw when we knuckle up
Knuckle what? bacardi hit me harder you
You crash dummies respect when the gods is coming through
Eyes swollen up the size of
Your folding up
Allah the soldier and through the cut I walk and hold you up
Sit back from your hip like loose kani's
Try to it on the strength of your wis' and let you slide
Savage five trying to test sides
True living thirty two shots
We're a rocket to your prison
you bubbling
Like a sore the money coming in
Juggling the church and life you got me wonderng and catch 'em
I let allah 'em
the question
You dealing with a madman's
So choose your

heard in background>

Word up,
y'all to another war ground
Hold the battlefield, word up
Shout outs to all my 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 anna down atlanta, for real
rock, miami
Pittsburgh, up
Washington d.c., upstate for
To all my juvenile niggas that's locked up in center
Word up, ryker's
to big queen (? ) and supreme
Word up the God and wise
wah
Word up to the soldiers
My nigga islord locked down in the jungle, son
Word up keep your up son, killarmy gonna represent this shit, son
up, peace
Get out of