Luyện nghe bài hát Swift

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

I'm the move and soon you'll have to make yours back
In fact, the further the rhyme is dancin', Jack get a lip smack
So break up because it's time you up, you gotta 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 the bra strap
Hurby's on the beats, Steevee-O has the musical
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 thought about goin' the spices
Salt and Pepa's a mixture 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 of my face
And a do favor, gimme a beat so I can bust a rhyme
For all the nerds, let all the words feed your

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

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

Born to any sucker or half-stepper
Who to get assaulted with a deadly pepper
Go down, low-down, this ain't no
The competition, I'm sure blow down
Even if you seem to stand
The of the rhyme makes you move and we get swift

Suckers and flukes, it seems you lost and time to put up
'Cuz you forced it, the furious females to fly to with
(Fuck)
Stay stiff suckers, soon you'll be stuck 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 'cuz I'm-a go outta
Lyrical queen, mess around and get creamed
The star of every male's or wetdream

The ebony in a lyrical safari
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 than a [unverified]

to split the chick tryin' to get slick
You're nothing but a prostitute a new trick
Little Miss Wench, my is a trench
Makes you drop, you stop in your tracks and as I clench
My fist, I twist you use to rip
The next time you flex, I'm guaranteed to get

Hip-hopper's, rap artists and rhyme
Can you believe there's a trying to cause static?
Break out the health supplies and aid
Prepare your for a super, alphabetical raid

Rhythmic explosion without
Rhymes, in effect, protect like a Trojan
Against disease, sorta like a MC
Rhymes more than a punch at Jack Dempsy

I fear no one, plus I tell no
I stand up to any male or female
Ones who to resist end up a prisoner
Hissed in a daze or a

Because he is in a state of shock, too hard for one to
So in a multitude of I run to break
Beats for but don't get played
I paid, I caught ya now you shook, you're afraid
Scared of the fact we back to uplift
The name, we the game and we get swift