Luyện nghe bài hát Swift

The duo is back, competition check out the new
Then get the out
Put on your battlin' gear but come strapped
Bullets are not needed, time it's rap for rap

I'm the move and soon you'll have to make yours back
In fact, the further the rhyme is dancin', Jack get a lip smack
So up because it's time you shook up, you gotta make up
time to break up the party, now you're shook up

Salt and gettin' swift, livin' up to par
And competition, how to 'Whassup' is to ride the bra
Hurby's on the beats, Steevee-O has the notes
Spinderella's like a spinnin' music so dope
Makin' a lot of noise for all the shootin' the gift
Hold on tight 'cuz tonight Salt and Pepa's swift

You might thought about goin' against the spices
and Pepa's a mixture like Chinese rices
Battlin' time, Mr. Macho, don't try to rip
Because I'll melt ya like cheese

You flavor, well, here's something to savor
Why don't you wave a microphone in front of my
And a do small favor, gimme a beat so I can a rhyme
For all the nerds, let all the words your mind

Statin' the things and pleasin', takin' a rest, I'm out for
functions makin' 'em dance
And Pep, this is the season
This is duck season and I'm high
You're outta luck, duck, now it's for you to get and die

The ebony queens are back on the
I assume you suck like a vacuum machine
sucker, give me a break
I'm-a drop you from the sky like snow, you a

to break any sucker or half-stepper
Who wants to get assaulted a deadly pepper
Go down, low-down, ain't no showdown
The competition, I'm they'll blow down
Even if you seem to stiff
The breeze of the rhyme makes you and we get swift

Suckers and flukes, it you lost and time to put up dukes
'Cuz you just forced it, the females to fly to with
(Fuck)
Stay suckers, soon you'll be stuck with a rep, torn to shreds
A musical leg, need a victory? I left an 'S' on your forehead

Don't fuse up now, it's to put out lights
I ease up, pal 'cuz I'm-a go outta sight
Lyrical queen, mess around and get creamed
The of every male's fantasy or wetdream

The princess in a lyrical safari
Battlin' me is like a racing a Ferrari
If you were the king, what laws you have me obey?
None, my son 'cuz I'm quicker a [unverified]

Quick to split the chick tryin' to get
You're but a prostitute turning a new trick
Miss Wench, my mind is a trench
Makes you drop, then you stop in your and as I clench
My fist, I twist you use to rip
The time you flex, I'm guaranteed to get swift

Hip-hopper's, rap and rhyme fanatics
Can you believe a sucker trying to cause static?
Break out the health supplies and aid
Prepare your mind for a super, alphabetical

Rhythmic without corrosion
Rhymes, in effect, that protect like a
Against disease, like a wack MC
Rhymes powerful than a punch at Jack Dempsy

I fear no one, I tell no tales
I will up to any male or female
Ones who persist to end up a prisoner
Hissed in a or a faze

he is in a state of shock, too hard for one to take
So in a of crowds I run to break
Beats for but don't get played
I stay paid, I caught ya now you shook, afraid
Scared of the fact we came back to
The name, we the game and we get swift