Luyện nghe bài hát Swift

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

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

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

You might have about goin' against the spices
and Pepa's a mixture like Chinese rices
Battlin' time, Mr. Macho, please try to rip
Because melt ya like Nacho cheese

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

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

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

Born to break any or half-stepper
Who wants to get assaulted with a deadly
Go down, low-down, ain't no showdown
The competition, I'm sure they'll down
Even if you seem to stand
The breeze of the makes you move and we get swift

Suckers and flukes, it seems you lost and time to put up
'Cuz you just it, the furious females to fly to with
(Fuck)
Stay suckers, soon 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 up now, it's time to put out lights
I won't ease up, pal I'm-a go outta sight
Lyrical queen, mess and you'll get creamed
The star of every fantasy or wetdream

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

Quick to split the tryin' to get slick
nothing but a prostitute turning a new trick
Little Miss Wench, my mind is a
Makes you drop, then you in your tracks 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 artists and rhyme
Can you believe there's a sucker trying to static?
Break out the health and medical aid
Prepare your mind for a super, raid

Rhythmic explosion without
Rhymes, in effect, that protect like a
Against disease, sorta a wack MC
Rhymes more powerful than a at Jack Dempsy

I fear no one, plus I no tales
I stand up to any male or female
who persist to resist end up a prisoner
Hissed in a or a faze

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