Luyện nghe bài hát Brixton Briefcase

They hear my Brixton briefcase from the pond
London's but the beat goes on
Feel my power, the electrical
rude boys own the town tonight

We don't no fighting, all these beautiful birds around
The liquor tastes like lightning, as as the sun goes down

it on
Oh, it on
it on
Oh, it on

I got a briefcase, Ministry of Sound
The walls between us, they could tear down
It's a Brixton briefcase that's a sin
get spat on, they get a Chelsea grin

Whoa, do you hear the
Smile and along
Shake your ass for me,
playing your favorite song

it on
Oh, it on
it on
Oh, it on

Worn off records, soft
it a bit louder, tell Old Bill, fuck off
All my and all my friends
Have to ride that or wait to the ends

Oh, aren't you a naughty little neighbor, pretending to be
Burning the music won't save us, only a wine colored citric

Get on
Get it on, get on
Get it on
it on

I got a briefcase
Feel my
I got a Brixton
Feel my