Luyện nghe bài hát Swift

The duo is back, check out the new style
Then get the out
Put on your battlin' gear but come strapped
Bullets are not needed, this time rap for rap

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

and Pepa's gettin' swift, livin' up to par
And competition, how to 'Whassup' is to ride the bra
on the beats, Steevee-O has the musical notes
Spinderella's like a spinnin' music so dope
a lot of noise for all the boys shootin' the gift
Hold on tight 'cuz Salt and Pepa's gettin' swift

You might have thought about against the spices
Salt and Pepa's a like Chinese rices
time, Mr. Macho, please don't try to rip
Because I'll melt ya Nacho cheese

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

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

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

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

Suckers and flukes, it seems you and time to put up dukes
'Cuz you just forced it, the furious females to fly to
(Fuck)
Stay stiff suckers, soon you'll be stuck with a rep, to shreds
A musical score leg, need a victory? I left an 'S' on forehead

fuse up now, it's time to put out lights
I ease up, pal 'cuz I'm-a go outta sight
Lyrical queen, around and you'll get creamed
The star of every male's fantasy or

The princess in a lyrical safari
Battlin' me is like a Honda racing a
If you were the king, what laws would you me obey?
None, my son 'cuz I'm quicker than a

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

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

I no one, plus I tell no tales
I will 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 for one to take
So in a multitude of crowds I run to
for torture but don't get played
I stay paid, I ya now you shook, you're afraid
Scared of the fact we came to uplift
The name, we the game and we get swift