Luyện nghe bài hát Bust No Moves

[Verse 1: Killer
Early morning reefer chiefer
You the most but me, I get it cheaper
Strong 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 I feel comatose
I double cup and that's what's up and I'm leaning fool
I'm talking any given Sunday, Beamen ho
My bitch say that I get too it might kill my brain
I tell her that she talk too and she should give some brain
We used to a lot but now you just fuss and complain
What a fuckin' shame, hit the door and hit the
Avoid the dead, the zombies still hunt and rob
My days of time, slanging dimes is way behind
I'm still be a mover with a Mason's mind
I will get a mil, ain't nobody mine
You suckers, see you saps at the finish line
You know I steady

SL Jones]
I higher than Messiah, I ain't never grinding
You see them Jewel runners coming, but we body
We bout that LPP we diggin' other people's
Keep it cool, Run the Jewels, no other way around it
I want the and the chains, Run the Jewels
I want the and the bracelets, Run the Jewels
We at the table eating food
Invasion of the chains, snatchers better not a move

2: El-P]
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 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 and set 'em off game
You wanna hang like
Eat a mile of my shit then put lips to my true brain
And get the hash tag
I to give a half-fuck, now I just laugh
I barely blink when it gets bad, maybe I'm
I pull the ducts out my eyes, I don't cry, I just
Mike brought the fire pack
Light it off the sinners of the city where the at
The fuck boy eraser
Carve initials in the wet right where you died at

SL Jones]
[Verse 3: Killer
Who wanna run a summer the jewel runners?
Got your girlfriend than two summers
Everybody tough til they see two's on em
they do a number two in they True Religions
"Lord please shoot!", they get too religious
Truth is we go vicious on stool pigeons
Pistol pointed at missus like I killed these bitches
We Run the Jewels and 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 take the time to smell the when it wither
I'd say better tomorrow
But the horror of your is me and Mike are just beginning