Luyện nghe bài hát Swing It Over Here

"kick it over baby pop!"

Chorus: murray, sermon,

[km] it over here!
[all] yo it over here!
[km] it over here!
[all] swing it over here!
[km] y'all swing it here!
yo swing it over here!
[km] swing it over here!
yo, swing it over there!

Verse one: murray

My rap is swift like boom bips
So come get a whip, and a bump, rough
Crews couldn't it in handcuffs
The is that I'm raw ill on the mic
Switchin my styles up a transvestite (word)
I think of as ? ? and
Keith murray is the vocabulary
? come in against deep notable to lines?
I'll make you make the mistake twice three or four times
And nobody got a style this
You could say, I got my thinking cap on
demolish the retarded smartest rap artists
Regardless, tryin to the hardest
I fuck head up like amphetamines with l.o.d.
bend you out of shape like a master yogi
I put my head your chest, just to see
Who's in line, just to get wrecked
I makes contact, bust the
I take my skills to another like qualudes
And you couldn't hear me out; cause the of shit
I converse about'll your brain in the slaughterhouse

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Verse two: sermon

Cling cling, tell me something
Why I got more props than don king bouncing boxing rings?
*ding ding* I be the flyest guy you ever sawr on the
Rip the to pieces, so leave me alone
Check me out, the way I freak the
The active half flippin shit so 'fore I explode - boom!
So umm, pay attention, before I put you and your crew on
For being closed minded to my
Yo, I rock on reel when I oh my lord
The world full of jackers so I my shit stored
I rock the microphone I rock it right
And keep it and more blacker than wesley snipes
To my there's no match
You want funk then here's another batch, yo i

[all] throughout

"the redman that's they call me" --> epmd's 'headbanger' (repeat 3x)
[ed] oh no, here comes the redman

Verse three:

Aoowwwwwhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my goodness! this be
The that I was stretching out my lungs
Funkadelic sums up *nasal inhale* I the mucus
Stick tissue up my nose to the snot from makin spots
To be or not I still give polka dots for plots
Now richard dawson had a sayin that I was awesome
Throw on your walkmans I pour the funk sauce in your coffins
Wake up! while the blunt's laced up to pick the pace up
My style's freaky, nasty ? seka? pussy papers
When I raped her, you don't know check the four-uno-uno you
That funk mixture that gets your body, holy like
Now right about now I'm off a bomb to blow the empire
To ashes -- cause my shit's raw than niggaz stashes
Massive funk, bangin bent up while I fucked ya
I'm enough ta, fuck up another white man's trucker
Redman's evil like the of ouiji, niggaz could smoke
A whole pound of and couldn't see me off the tv!