Luyện nghe bài hát Bust No Moves

[Verse 1: Mike]
Early morning riser chiefer
You paid the most but me, I get it
Strong rapper reefer, it in a big cohiba
I get so high I close my eyes and swore that I saw
I take another toke and God damn I feel
I cup and that's what's up and then I'm leaning fool
I'm talking any Sunday, Willie Beamen ho
My bitch say that I get too high it might my brain
I tell her she talk too much and she should give some brain
We used to fuck a lot but now you just fuss and
What a fuckin' shame, hit the door and hit the
Avoid the walking dead, the still hunt and rob
My days of time, slanging dimes is way behind
I'm still tryna be a mover with a Mason's
I will get a mil, nobody taking mine
You sorry suckers, see you at the finish line
You know I grind

SL Jones]
I stay than Messiah, I ain't never grinding
You see Jewel runners coming, but we body body
We bout that LPP we other people's 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 bust a

[Verse 2:
I'm a dummy I'm running with than fucking 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 plant a game
The lead em all to the mall and set 'em off
You wanna like Hussein
Eat a mile of my shit then put your lips to my true
And get the tag #fartnoise
I used to a half-fuck, now I just laugh
I barely blink it gets bad, maybe I'm crass
I the ducts out my eyes, I don't cry, I just can't
Mike brought the fire pack
Light it off the sinners of the where the riots at
The living boy eraser
initials in the wet cement right where you died at

[Hook: SL
3: Killer Mike]
Who wanna run a summer the jewel runners?
Got your girlfriend hotter than two
Everybody tough til they see them on em
Then they do a number two in they True
"Lord please don't shoot!", get too religious
Truth is we go vicious on stool pigeons
Pistol pointed at missus 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 get a short plank for long walks, taught like a sawn-off
No when I taught, nah
And I'm spitting
We always take the time to smell the when it wither
I'd say better tomorrow
But the of your life is me and Mike are just beginning