Luyện nghe bài hát Swing It Over Here

"kick it here baby pop!"

Chorus: murray, sermon,

[km] 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, it over there!

Verse one: murray

My rap style is swift like bips
So come get a whip, and a bump, rough
couldn't hold 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
murray is the vocabulary champ
? come in against deep to breach lines?
I'll make you make the same mistake twice or four times
And nobody got a style like
You say, I got my thinking cap on backwards
demolish the retarded smartest rap artists
Regardless, tryin to scream the
I your head up like amphetamines with l.o.d.
Then bend you out of like a master yogi
I put my head your chest, just to see
Who's next in line, just to get
I makes contact, the interlude
I take my skills to another level like
And you couldn't hear me cause the type of shit
I converse about'll your brain in the slaughterhouse

change to [all] throughout

Verse erick sermon

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

Chorus: throughout

"the redman that's what they me" --> epmd's 'headbanger' (repeat 3x)
[ed] oh no, here comes the redman

Verse redman

Aoowwwwwhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my goodness! this be
The that I was stretching out my lungs
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 dots for plots
Now richard dawson had a survey that I was awesome
Throw on walkmans while I pour the funk sauce in your coffins
Wake up! the blunt's laced up just to pick the pace up
My style's freaky, like ? seka? pussy papers
When I raped her, you don't know the four-uno-uno you know
That mixture that gets your body, holy like scriptures
Now right about now I'm settin off a bomb to blow the
To ashes -- cause my shit's more raw than niggaz
Massive funk, bangin bent up while I fucked ya
I'm rough enough ta, fuck up another man's trucker
Redman's evil the board of ouiji, niggaz could smoke
A whole pound of weed and see me off the tv!