Luyện nghe bài hát Bust No Moves

[Verse 1: Mike]
Early morning riser reefer
You paid the most but me, I get it
rapper reefer, wrap it in a big cohiba
I get so high I close my eyes and swore I saw Jesus
I another toke and God damn I feel comatose
I double cup and that's up and then I'm leaning fool
I'm talking any given Sunday, Willie ho
My say that I get too high it might kill my brain
I her that she talk too much and she should give some brain
We to fuck a lot but now you just fuss and complain
What a shame, hit the door and hit the block
Avoid the walking dead, the 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 taking
You sorry suckers, see you at the finish line
You I steady grind

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

2: El-P]
I'm a dummy I'm with more than fucking scissors
I'm the Cadillac, of you, back 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 and Thom of the plant a bomb game
The lead em all to the mall and set 'em off
You hang like Hussein
Eat a mile of my shit then put your to my true brain
And get the hash tag
I used to a half-fuck, now I just laugh
I blink when it gets bad, maybe I'm crass
I pull the out my eyes, I don't cry, I just can't
Killer Mike brought the pack
Light it off the sinners of the city the riots at
The fuck boy eraser
Carve initials in the wet cement right you died at

[Hook: SL
[Verse 3: Mike]
Who wanna run a summer with the runners?
Got girlfriend hotter than two summers
Everybody tough til see them two's on em
Then they do a number two in they Religions
"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 Jewels and we talking pimpin', pay attention

[Verse 4:
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 luck
But the horror of your life is me and Mike are beginning