Luyện nghe bài hát Swift

The duo is back, competition out the new style
Then get the out
Put on your battlin' gear but don't come
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 up, you gotta make up
It's to break up the party, now you're shook up

Salt and gettin' swift, livin' up to par
And competition, how to is to ride the bra strap
Hurby's on the beats, Steevee-O has the musical
Spinderella's like a propeller spinnin' music so
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' the spices
Salt and Pepa's a like Chinese rices
Battlin' time, Mr. Macho, don't try to rip
Because I'll melt ya Nacho cheese

You flavor, well, here's something 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

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

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

Born to break any sucker or
Who wants to get assaulted a deadly pepper
Go down, low-down, this ain't no
The competition, I'm they'll blow down
Even if you seem to stand
The breeze of the 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)
Stay stiff suckers, soon you'll be stuck with a rep, to shreds
A musical score leg, need a I left an 'S' on your forehead

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

The ebony in a lyrical safari
Battlin' me is like a Honda racing a
If you were the king, laws would you have me obey?
None, my son 'cuz I'm than a [unverified]

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

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

Rhythmic explosion corrosion
Rhymes, in effect, that protect a Trojan
Against disease, sorta a wack MC
Rhymes more powerful a punch at Jack Dempsy

I fear no one, plus I tell no
I will up to any male or female
Ones who persist to end up a prisoner
in a daze or a faze

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