Luyện nghe bài hát Swift

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

and flukes, it seems you lost and time to put up dukes
'Cuz you just 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 victory? I left an 'S' on forehead

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

The ebony princess in a lyrical
me is like a Honda racing a Ferrari
If you were the king, laws would you have me obey?
None, my son 'cuz I'm quicker than a

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

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

Rhythmic explosion corrosion
Rhymes, in effect, that like a Trojan
Against disease, sorta like a MC
Rhymes more than a punch at Jack Dempsy

I fear no one, plus I no tales
I will stand up to any or female
Ones who persist to end up a prisoner
Hissed in a daze or a

Because he is in a of shock, too hard for one to take
So in a multitude of crowds I run to
Beats for torture but don't get
I stay paid, I ya now you shook, you're afraid
Scared of the we came back to uplift
The name, we designed the game and we get