Luyện nghe bài hát Swift

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

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

Salt and Pepa's swift, livin' up to par
And competition, how to 'Whassup' is to ride the bra
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 'cuz tonight Salt and Pepa's gettin'

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

You want flavor, well, something to savor
Why don't you wave a microphone in front of my
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 'em dance
And Pep, is the Christmas season
This is season and I'm gettin' high
outta luck, duck, now it's time for you to get and die

The ebony are back on the scene
I you still suck like a vacuum machine
Cornball sucker, give me a
I'm-a drop you from the sky like snow, you a

Born to break any or half-stepper
Who wants to get assaulted with a deadly
Go down, low-down, this 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 females to fly to
(Fuck)
Stay suckers, soon you'll be stuck with a rep, torn to shreds
A musical score leg, a victory? I left an 'S' on your forehead

Don't fuse up now, time to put out lights
I ease up, pal 'cuz I'm-a go outta sight
queen, mess around and you'll get creamed
The star of every male's fantasy or

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

Quick to the chick tryin' to get slick
You're nothing but a turning a new trick
Miss Wench, my mind is a trench
Makes you drop, you stop in your 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 supplies and aid
your mind for a super, alphabetical raid

Rhythmic without corrosion
Rhymes, in effect, protect like a Trojan
Against disease, like a wack MC
Rhymes more powerful a punch at Jack Dempsy

I fear no one, I tell no tales
I stand up to any male or female
Ones who to resist end up a prisoner
Hissed in a or a faze

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