Luyện nghe bài hát Bust No Moves

[Verse 1: Killer
Early morning riser chiefer
You paid the but me, I get it cheaper
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 comatose
I double cup and that's what's up and 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 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 is way behind
I'm still tryna be a with a Mason's mind
I get a mil, ain't nobody taking mine
You suckers, see you saps at the finish line
You I steady grind

SL Jones]
I stay higher than Messiah, I never grinding
You see them runners coming, but we body body
We bout that LPP we diggin' people's pockets
Keep it cool, Run the Jewels, no other way around it
I want the 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 a move

2: El-P]
I'm a dummy I'm with more 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 Cadillac of "Suck it, I'm disastrous"
We the Hardy and Thom of the a bomb game
The lead em all to the mall and set 'em off
You wanna hang Hussein
Eat a mile of my shit then put your lips to my true
And get the hash tag
I to give a half-fuck, now I just laugh
I barely when it gets bad, maybe I'm crass
I pull the ducts out my eyes, I cry, I just can't
Killer Mike the fire pack
it off the sinners of the city where the riots at
The living fuck boy
Carve initials in the wet right where you died at

SL Jones]
[Verse 3: Killer
Who wanna run a summer with the runners?
Got your 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!", they get too
Truth is we go vicious on these pigeons
pointed at they 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 chance to slim
You barely get a 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 rose it wither
I'd say luck tomorrow
But the horror of your life is me and Mike are just