Luyện nghe bài hát Swift

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

I'm makin' the move and you'll have to make yours back
In fact, the further the rhyme is dancin', Jack will get a lip
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

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

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

You want flavor, well, here's 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', takin' a rest, I'm out for
Bodily functions 'em dance
And Pep, this is the Christmas
This is duck and I'm gettin' high
You're luck, duck, now it's time for you to get and die

The ebony are back on the scene
I assume you still suck a vacuum machine
Cornball sucker, give me a
I'm-a you from the sky like 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 they'll blow down
Even if you seem to stand
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 females to fly to with
(Fuck)
Stay stiff suckers, soon be stuck with a rep, torn to shreds
A musical score leg, need a victory? I left an 'S' on your

Don't up now, it's time 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 fantasy or wetdream

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

Quick to split the chick tryin' to get
nothing 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 twist you use to rip
The next time you flex, I'm to get swift

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

Rhythmic explosion 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 stand up to any male or female
Ones who persist to resist end up a
in a daze or a faze

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