Luyện nghe bài hát Swift

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

I'm the move and soon you'll have to make yours back
In fact, the the rhyme is dancin', Jack will get a lip smack
So break up because time you shook up, you gotta make up
time 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 a propeller spinnin' music so dope
Makin' a lot of noise for all the boys shootin' the
on tight 'cuz tonight Salt and Pepa's gettin' swift

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

You want flavor, well, 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

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

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

to break any sucker or half-stepper
Who wants to get assaulted with a deadly
Go down, low-down, this no showdown
The competition, I'm sure they'll down
Even if you to stand stiff
The breeze of the rhyme you move and we get swift

and flukes, it seems you lost and time to put up dukes
'Cuz you forced it, the furious females to fly to with
(Fuck)
Stay stiff suckers, soon you'll be stuck with a rep, torn to
A musical leg, need a victory? 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, around and you'll get creamed
The star of male's fantasy or wetdream

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

Quick to split the chick to get slick
You're nothing but a turning a new trick
Little Miss Wench, my is a trench
you drop, then you stop in your 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 rhyme
Can you believe a sucker trying to cause static?
out the health supplies and medical aid
Prepare your mind for a super, raid

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

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

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