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 my eyes and swore that I saw Jesus
I take another toke and God I feel comatose
I double cup and that's up and then I'm leaning fool
I'm any given Sunday, Willie Beamen ho
My bitch say that I get too high it might kill my
I tell her that she talk too much and she should give some
We used to fuck a lot but now you fuss 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, dimes is way behind
I'm still be a mover with a Mason's mind
I will get a mil, nobody taking mine
You sorry suckers, see you saps at the line
You know I grind

SL Jones]
I stay higher than Messiah, I ain't grinding
You see them Jewel runners coming, but we body
We bout that LPP we diggin' people's pockets
Keep it cool, Run the Jewels, ain't no way around it
I want the rings and the chains, Run the
I want the and the bracelets, Run the Jewels
We at the table eating food
Invasion of the chains, snatchers better not bust a

2: El-P]
I'm a dummy I'm running 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 of "Suck it, I'm fucking disastrous"
We the and Thom of the plant a bomb game
The em all to the mall and set 'em off game
You hang like Hussein
Eat a mile of my shit put your 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 bad, maybe I'm crass
I pull the ducts out my eyes, I don't cry, I just
Mike brought the fire pack
Light it off the of the city where the riots at
The living fuck boy
Carve initials in the wet cement right where you at

SL Jones]
[Verse 3: Mike]
Who wanna run a summer with the jewel
Got girlfriend hotter than two summers
Everybody tough til they see them on em
Then they do a number two in True Religions
"Lord please don't shoot!", get too religious
Truth is we go vicious on stool pigeons
Pistol pointed at they missus like I killed these
We Run the Jewels and when we talking pimpin', pay

[Verse 4:
Run the we a bit odd
We bad news, you barely get a fat to slim odds
You barely get a short plank for walks, taught like a sawn-off
No when I taught, nah
And I'm kalashnikov
We always take the time to the rose when it wither
I'd say luck tomorrow
But the of your life is me and Mike are just beginning