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 it's rap for rap

I'm makin' the 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 you shook up, you gotta make up
It's time to break up the party, now you're 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 a propeller spinnin' music so dope
Makin' a lot of noise for all the shootin' the gift
Hold on tight 'cuz tonight Salt and gettin' swift

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

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

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

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

Born to break any or half-stepper
Who wants to get with a deadly pepper
Go down, low-down, this no showdown
The competition, I'm sure blow down
Even if you to stand stiff
The breeze of the rhyme 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 suckers, soon you'll be stuck with a rep, torn to shreds
A musical score leg, a victory? I left an 'S' on your forehead

Don't fuse up now, it's to put out lights
I ease up, pal 'cuz I'm-a go outta sight
Lyrical queen, mess and you'll get creamed
The star of every male's fantasy or

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

Quick to split the tryin' to get slick
You're but a prostitute turning a new trick
Little Wench, my mind is a trench
Makes you drop, then you stop in your and as I clench
My fist, I words 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 sucker trying to cause
Break out the health and medical aid
Prepare your for a super, alphabetical raid

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

I fear no one, I tell no tales
I will up to any male or female
Ones who to resist end up a prisoner
Hissed in a or a faze

Because he is in a of shock, too hard for one to take
So in a multitude of I run to break
for torture 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