Luyện nghe bài hát Swing It Over Here

"kick it here baby pop!"

murray, sermon, others

[km] swing it here!
yo swing it over here!
[km] it over here!
[all] c'mon swing it here!
[km] swing it over here!
[all] yo it over here!
[km] swing it over here!
[red] yo, it over there!

Verse one: murray

My rap is swift like boom bips
So get a whip, and a bump, it's rough
couldn't hold it in handcuffs
The ordeal is I'm raw ill on the mic
Switchin my styles up like a (word)
I think of as ? ? and
Keith is the vocabulary champ
? come in against deep to breach lines?
I'll make you make the same mistake twice or four times
And nobody got a like this
You say, I got my thinking cap on backwards
I'll the retarded smartest rap artists
Regardless, tryin to the hardest
I your head up like amphetamines with l.o.d.
Then you out of shape like a master yogi
I put my head through your chest, to see
next in line, just to get wrecked
I contact, bust the interlude
I take my skills to another level qualudes
And you couldn't hear me cause the type of shit
I converse about'll drag your in the slaughterhouse

Chorus: change to throughout

two: erick sermon

Cling cling, somebody me something
Why I got more props than don without bouncing boxing rings?
*ding ding* I be the flyest guy you sawr on the microphone
Rip the shit to pieces, so leave me
Check me out, the way I the mode
The active half flippin so split 'fore I explode - boom!
So umm, pay attention, before I put you and your on suspension
For being closed to my invention
Yo, I rock on when I record oh my lord
The world full of jackers so I my shit stored
When I rock the microphone I it right
And keep it hardcore and more blacker than snipes
To my there's no match
You want more funk here's another batch, yo i

Chorus: [all]

"the redman that's they call me" --> epmd's 'headbanger' (repeat 3x)
[ed] oh no, here the funkadelic redman

three: redman

Aoowwwwwhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my goodness! could be
The funk that I was out my lungs
Funkadelic sums up *nasal inhale* I the mucus
tissue up my nose to stop the snot from makin spots
To be or not I still give polka dots for plots
Now richard had a survey sayin that I was awesome
Throw on your while I pour the funk sauce in your coffins
Wake up! while the blunt's laced up just to the pace up
My style's freaky, nasty like ? seka? pussy
When I raped her, you don't know check the four-uno-uno you
That funk mixture that gets your body, like scriptures
Now right about now I'm settin off a bomb to the empire
To ashes -- cause my shit's more raw than stashes
Massive funk, bangin bent up while I fucked ya
I'm enough ta, fuck up another white man's trucker
Redman's evil the board of ouiji, niggaz could smoke
A whole of weed and couldn't see me off the tv!