Luyện nghe bài hát Bust No Moves

[Verse 1: Mike]
morning riser reefer chiefer
You paid the most but me, I get it
rapper reefer, wrap it in a big cohiba
I get so I close my eyes 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, Willie ho
My bitch say that I get too it might kill my brain
I tell her that she too much and she should give some brain
We to fuck a lot but now you just fuss and complain
a fuckin' 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 still tryna be a mover a Mason's mind
I will get a mil, ain't taking mine
You sorry suckers, see you saps at the line
You I steady grind

SL Jones]
I stay than Messiah, I ain't never grinding
You see them Jewel runners coming, but we body
We that LPP we diggin' other people's pockets
Keep it cool, Run the Jewels, ain't no 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 everybody
Invasion of the chains, snatchers not bust a move

[Verse 2:
I'm a I'm running with more than fucking scissors
I'm the Cadillac, of fuck you, back off me you
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 and set 'em off game
You wanna hang Hussein
Eat a mile of my shit then put your lips to my true
And get the hash tag
I used to give a half-fuck, now I just
I barely blink when it gets bad, I'm crass
I pull the out my eyes, I don't cry, I just can't
Killer Mike the fire pack
Light it off the sinners of the city the riots at
The living fuck boy
Carve in the wet cement right where you died at

[Hook: SL
[Verse 3: Mike]
Who wanna run a summer with the runners?
Got your girlfriend than two summers
Everybody til they see them two's on em
Then they do a two in they True Religions
"Lord don't shoot!", they get too religious
Truth is we go vicious on these stool
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 chance to slim
You get a short plank for long walks, taught like a sawn-off
No laws I taught, nah
And I'm spitting
We always take the time to the rose when it wither
I'd say better tomorrow
But the horror of life is me and Mike are just beginning