Luyện nghe bài hát Swift

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

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

Salt and Pepa's swift, livin' up to par
And competition, how to 'Whassup' is to the bra strap
Hurby's on the beats, has the musical notes
Spinderella's like a propeller 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 have thought about goin' against the spices
Salt and Pepa's a mixture like rices
Battlin' time, Mr. Macho, don't try to rip
Because I'll ya like Nacho cheese

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

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

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

Born to break any sucker or
Who wants to get with a deadly pepper
Go down, low-down, ain't no showdown
The competition, I'm they'll blow down
if you seem to stand 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 forced it, the furious to fly to with
(Fuck)
Stay stiff suckers, you'll be stuck with a rep, torn 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 won't ease up, pal 'cuz I'm-a go sight
Lyrical queen, mess and you'll get creamed
The star of male's fantasy or wetdream

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 I'm quicker than a [unverified]

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

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

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

I no one, plus I tell no tales
I will stand up to any male or
who persist 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 I run to break
Beats for torture but 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