Luyện nghe bài hát Swift

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

to break any sucker or half-stepper
Who wants to get assaulted a deadly pepper
Go down, low-down, this no showdown
The competition, I'm sure blow down
Even if you seem to stand
The breeze of the rhyme makes you and we get swift

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

Don't fuse up now, it's time to put out
I won't ease up, pal 'cuz I'm-a go sight
Lyrical queen, around and you'll get creamed
The star of every male's fantasy or

The ebony princess in a safari
Battlin' me is a Honda racing a Ferrari
If you the king, what laws would you have me obey?
None, my son 'cuz I'm than a [unverified]

Quick to split the tryin' to get slick
You're nothing but a turning a new trick
Little Miss Wench, my is a trench
Makes you drop, then you stop in tracks and as I clench
My fist, I twist you use to rip
The next you flex, I'm guaranteed to get swift

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

Rhythmic without corrosion
Rhymes, in effect, that like a Trojan
disease, sorta like a wack MC
Rhymes more powerful a punch at Jack Dempsy

I fear no one, plus I tell no
I stand up to any male or female
Ones who persist to resist end up a
in a daze or a faze

Because he is in a state of shock, too for one to take
So in a of crowds I run to break
Beats for torture but get played
I stay paid, I caught ya now you shook, afraid
Scared of the fact we came back to
The name, we designed the and we get swift