Luyện nghe bài hát Swing It Over Here

"kick it over baby pop!"

Chorus: murray, sermon,

swing it over here!
[all] yo it over here!
[km] swing it here!
[all] c'mon it over here!
[km] y'all swing it here!
[all] yo it over here!
[km] come swing it here!
[red] yo, swing it there!

Verse one: murray

My rap style is swift like bips
So come get a whip, and a bump, rough
Crews couldn't it in handcuffs
The ordeal is I'm raw ill on the mic
Switchin my styles up like a (word)
I of competition as ? ? and
Keith is the vocabulary champ
? come in against notable to breach lines?
I'll make you make the same mistake twice or four times
And got a style like this
You could say, I got my cap on backwards
I'll the retarded smartest rap artists
Regardless, tryin to the hardest
I fuck your head up like amphetamines l.o.d.
Then bend you out of shape like a master
I put my through your chest, just to see
Who's next in line, to get wrecked
I makes contact, the interlude
I take my skills to level like qualudes
And you couldn't hear me out; cause the of shit
I converse about'll drag your brain in the

Chorus: change to [all]

two: erick sermon

Cling cling, somebody tell me
Why I got more props than don king without bouncing rings?
*ding ding* I be the flyest guy you ever on the microphone
Rip the to pieces, so leave me alone
me out, the way I freak the mode
The active half flippin shit so split I explode - boom!
So umm, pay attention, before I put you and your crew on
For being closed minded to my
Yo, I rock on reel when I record oh my
The world full of so I keep my shit stored
When I rock the microphone I rock it
And keep it hardcore and more blacker than snipes
To my crew no match
You want more funk then here's batch, yo i

Chorus: [all]

"the redman that's what they call me" --> epmd's (repeat 3x)
oh no, here comes the funkadelic redman

Verse three:

my goodness! could this be
The funk that I was stretching out my
Funkadelic sums up *nasal inhale* I the mucus
Stick tissue up my nose to stop the snot from spots
To be or not I still give niggaz polka dots for
Now richard dawson had a survey sayin I was awesome
Throw on your walkmans while I the funk sauce in your coffins
up! while the blunt's laced up just to pick the pace up
My style's freaky, nasty like ? pussy papers
When I raped her, you don't know check the you know
That funk that gets your body, holy like scriptures
Now right now I'm settin off a bomb to blow the empire
To -- cause my shit's more raw than niggaz stashes
funk, swingin bangin bent up while I fucked ya
I'm rough ta, fuck up another white man's trucker
Redman's evil like the board of ouiji, could smoke
A whole pound of weed and see me off the tv!