Luyện nghe bài hát Swing It Over Here

"kick it over here pop!"

murray, sermon, others

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

Verse one: murray

My rap style is swift boom bips
So get a whip, and a bump, it's rough
Crews hold it in handcuffs
The is that I'm raw ill on the mic
Switchin my styles up like a (word)
I of competition as ? ? and
Keith is the vocabulary champ
? come in against deep notable to 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 demolish the retarded smartest rap
Regardless, tryin to the hardest
I fuck head up like amphetamines with l.o.d.
bend you out of shape like a master yogi
I put my head your chest, just to see
Who's in line, just to get wrecked
I makes contact, bust the
I take my to another level like qualudes
And you couldn't me out; cause the type of shit
I converse about'll drag brain in the slaughterhouse

Chorus: change to throughout

Verse two: erick

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

Chorus: [all]

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

Verse redman

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