Luyện nghe bài hát Swift

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

I'm makin' the move and soon have to make yours back
In fact, the the rhyme is dancin', Jack will get a lip smack
So break up because it's time you shook up, you gotta 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 the bra strap
on the beats, Steevee-O has the musical notes
Spinderella's like a spinnin' music so dope
Makin' a lot of noise for all the shootin' the gift
Hold on tight tonight Salt and Pepa's gettin' swift

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

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

Statin' the and pleasin', takin' a rest, I'm out for easin'
Bodily functions makin' 'em
And Pep, this is the season
This is duck season and I'm 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 like a vacuum machine
sucker, give me a break
I'm-a drop you the sky like snow, you a cornflake

Born to break any or half-stepper
Who wants to get assaulted with a pepper
Go down, low-down, this ain't no
The competition, I'm sure they'll blow
Even if you seem to stiff
The of the rhyme makes you move and we get swift

Suckers and flukes, it seems you lost and time to put up
'Cuz you just forced it, the furious to fly to with
(Fuck)
stiff suckers, soon 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 go outta sight
Lyrical queen, mess around and you'll get
The of every male's fantasy or wetdream

The ebony princess in a lyrical
Battlin' me is like a 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 Miss Wench, my is a trench
Makes you drop, then you stop in tracks and as I clench
My fist, I words you use to rip
The next you flex, I'm guaranteed to get swift

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

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

I fear no one, plus I no tales
I will stand up to any or female
Ones who persist to resist end up a
Hissed in a daze or a

he is in a state 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 stay paid, I ya now you shook, you're afraid
of the fact we came back to uplift
The name, we designed the game and we get