Luyện nghe bài hát Swift

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

I'm makin' the and soon you'll have to make yours back
In fact, the the rhyme is dancin', Jack will get a lip smack
So break up it's time you shook up, you gotta make 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 'Whassup' is to ride the bra
Hurby's on the beats, Steevee-O has the musical
Spinderella's like a propeller spinnin' music so
Makin' a lot of noise for all the boys shootin' the
Hold on 'cuz tonight Salt and Pepa's gettin' swift

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

You want flavor, well, here's something to
Why don't you wave a in front of my face
And a do small favor, a beat 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'
functions makin' 'em dance
And Pep, this is the season
This is duck season and I'm gettin'
outta luck, duck, now it's time for you to get and die

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

Born to any sucker or half-stepper
Who wants to get with a deadly pepper
Go down, low-down, this no showdown
The competition, I'm they'll blow down
Even if you seem to stiff
The breeze of the rhyme you move and we get swift

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

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

Quick to split the tryin' to get slick
nothing but a prostitute turning a new trick
Little Wench, my mind 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 you flex, I'm guaranteed to get swift

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

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

I no one, plus I tell no tales
I will stand up to any 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 multitude of I run to break
Beats for torture but get played
I stay paid, I ya now you shook, you're afraid
Scared of the fact we came back to
The name, we the game and we get swift