Luyện nghe bài hát Swift

The duo is back, competition check out the new
Then get the 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 you'll have to make yours back
In fact, the further the is dancin', Jack 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 'Whassup' is to the bra strap
Hurby's on the beats, Steevee-O has the musical
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 swift

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

You want flavor, well, something to savor
Why you wave a microphone in front of my face
And a do small favor, gimme a beat so I can bust a
For all the nerds, let all the words your mind

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

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

to break any sucker or half-stepper
Who wants to get with a deadly pepper
Go down, low-down, ain't no showdown
The competition, I'm sure blow down
Even if you seem to stand
The of the rhyme makes you move and we get swift

Suckers and flukes, it you lost and time to put up dukes
'Cuz you forced it, the furious females to fly to with
(Fuck)
Stay suckers, soon you'll be stuck with a rep, torn to shreds
A musical score leg, need a I left an 'S' on your forehead

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

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

Quick to split the chick tryin' to get
You're nothing but a turning a new trick
Little Miss Wench, my is a trench
Makes you drop, then you in your tracks and as I clench
My fist, I words you use to rip
The next time you flex, I'm to get swift

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

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

I fear no one, plus I tell no
I will 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 hard for one to
So in a multitude of crowds I run to
Beats for torture but don't get
I paid, I caught ya now you shook, you're afraid
Scared of the we came back to uplift
The name, we designed the game and we get