Luyện nghe bài hát Swift

The duo is back, competition out the new style
get the heck out
Put on your gear but don't come strapped
Bullets are not needed, this time rap for rap

I'm makin' the and soon you'll have to make yours 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 time to break up the party, now shook up

Salt and Pepa's swift, livin' up to par
And competition, how to is to ride the bra strap
Hurby's on the beats, Steevee-O has the notes
Spinderella's like a propeller music so dope
Makin' a lot of for all the boys shootin' the gift
Hold on tight 'cuz tonight Salt and Pepa's gettin'

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

You want flavor, well, something to savor
Why don't you wave a microphone in of my face
And a do small favor, a beat so I can bust a rhyme
For all the nerds, let all the words feed your

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

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

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

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

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

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

Quick to split the chick to get slick
You're nothing but a prostitute turning a new
Little Miss Wench, my mind is a
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 there's a sucker trying to cause static?
Break out the supplies and medical aid
Prepare your mind for a super, alphabetical

explosion without corrosion
Rhymes, in effect, protect like a Trojan
Against disease, sorta like a MC
Rhymes more powerful than a punch at Jack

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

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