Luyện nghe bài hát Bust No Moves

[Verse 1: Mike]
Early morning riser reefer
You the most but me, I get it cheaper
rapper reefer, wrap it in a big cohiba
I get so high I my eyes and swore that I saw Jesus
I take another toke and God damn I feel
I double cup and that's what's up and then I'm fool
I'm talking any given Sunday, Beamen ho
My bitch say I get too high it might kill my brain
I tell her that she talk too much and she should some brain
We used to fuck a lot but now you fuss and complain
What a fuckin' shame, hit the and hit the block
Avoid the dead, the zombies still hunt and rob
My days of wasting time, slanging dimes is way
I'm tryna be a mover with a Mason's mind
I will get a mil, ain't nobody mine
You sorry suckers, see you saps at the finish
You know I grind

[Hook: SL
I stay higher Messiah, I ain't never grinding
You see them runners coming, but we body body
We bout LPP we diggin' other people's pockets
Keep it cool, Run the Jewels, no other way around it
I the rings and the chains, Run the Jewels
I want the and the bracelets, Run the Jewels
We at the table eating everybody
of the chains, snatchers better not bust a move

[Verse 2:
I'm a dummy I'm running with more fucking scissors
I'm the Cadillac, of fuck you, off me you bitches
You the Cadillac of "Fuck, I just at this rap shit"
I'm the Cadillac of "Suck it, I'm disastrous"
We the and Thom of the plant a bomb game
The lead em all to the and set 'em off game
You wanna hang Hussein
Eat a mile of my then put your lips to my true brain
And get the tag #fartnoise
I used to a half-fuck, now I just laugh
I barely blink when it gets bad, I'm crass
I the ducts out my eyes, I don't cry, I just can't
Killer brought the fire pack
Light it off the sinners of the city where the at
The living fuck boy
Carve in the wet cement right where you died at

SL Jones]
[Verse 3: Killer
Who run a summer with the jewel runners?
Got your girlfriend than two summers
tough til they see them two's on em
Then do a number two in they True Religions
"Lord please shoot!", they get too religious
Truth is we go vicious on these pigeons
Pistol pointed at they missus like I killed bitches
We Run the Jewels and when we pimpin', pay attention

4: El-P]
Run the we a bit odd
We bad news, you get a fat chance to slim odds
You barely get a short plank for walks, taught like a sawn-off
No when I taught, nah
And I'm kalashnikov
We always take the to smell the rose when it wither
I'd say better tomorrow
But the horror of your life is me and Mike are just