Luyện nghe bài hát Swift

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

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

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

You might have thought about goin' against the
Salt and Pepa's a like Chinese rices
Battlin' time, Mr. Macho, don't try to rip
Because melt 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 small favor, gimme a beat so I can a rhyme
For all the nerds, let all the words feed mind

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

The ebony queens are back on the
I assume you still suck like a 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 assaulted with a deadly
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 lost and time to put up
'Cuz you just forced it, the females to fly to with
(Fuck)
Stay stiff suckers, you'll be stuck with a rep, torn to shreds
A musical leg, need a victory? I left an 'S' on your forehead

Don't fuse up now, it's time to put out
I won't up, pal 'cuz I'm-a go outta sight
Lyrical queen, mess around and get creamed
The star of every fantasy or wetdream

The ebony princess in a lyrical
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 the chick tryin' to get slick
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 guaranteed to get

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

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

I fear no one, plus I tell no
I will 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 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 paid, I caught ya now you shook, you're afraid
Scared of the we came back to uplift
The name, we the game and we get swift