Luyện nghe bài hát Swift

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

I'm makin' the move and soon you'll to make yours back
In fact, the further the rhyme is dancin', Jack get a lip smack
So up because it's time you shook up, you gotta make up
It's time to break up the party, now you're 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, has the musical notes
Spinderella's like a propeller spinnin' so dope
Makin' a lot of noise for all the boys shootin' the
Hold on tight 'cuz tonight Salt and Pepa's gettin'

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

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

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

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

Born to break any sucker or
Who wants to get assaulted with a deadly
Go down, low-down, this ain't no
The competition, I'm sure they'll down
Even if you seem to stiff
The breeze of the rhyme makes you move and we get

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

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

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

Quick to split the tryin' to get slick
You're nothing but a turning a new trick
Little Miss Wench, my is a trench
Makes you drop, then you stop in your tracks and as I
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?
Break out the health and medical aid
Prepare your mind for a super, alphabetical

Rhythmic explosion corrosion
Rhymes, in effect, protect like a Trojan
disease, sorta like a wack MC
Rhymes powerful than a punch at Jack Dempsy

I no one, plus I tell no tales
I stand up to any male or female
who persist to resist end up a prisoner
Hissed in a daze or a

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