Luyện nghe bài hát Bust No Moves

[Verse 1: Killer
morning riser reefer chiefer
You paid the but me, I get it cheaper
Strong reefer, wrap it in a big cohiba
I get so high I close my and swore that I saw Jesus
I take another toke and God damn I comatose
I cup and that's what's up and then I'm leaning 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 and she should give some brain
We used to fuck a lot but now you just and complain
What a shame, hit the door and hit the block
Avoid the walking dead, the zombies hunt and rob
My days of wasting time, dimes is way behind
I'm still tryna be a mover with a Mason's
I get a mil, ain't nobody taking mine
You sorry suckers, see you saps at the line
You know I grind

[Hook: SL
I stay higher than Messiah, I ain't grinding
You see them runners coming, but we body body
We bout that LPP we diggin' other pockets
it cool, Run the Jewels, ain't no other way around it
I want the rings and the chains, Run the
I the watches and the bracelets, Run the Jewels
We at the table eating everybody
Invasion of the chains, snatchers better not a move

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

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

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