Luyện nghe bài hát Chanel No. Fever

Hah, yeah, you on a temperature rise
Take you back to the
Take us back to the fever, y'all please, please

in the back y'all, it's on the wall y'all
It's in your head but it's not the
It's in the y'all, it's on the wall y'all
It's in your head but not the fever

Now with the B-I L bill
We bill the par territories placing flags on
Now I said it was so snatch the world back from Wayne
We did, universally the lid

Now these ladies how we live
Got 'em caught, shit, you already looking so fly
That the dog that played spiderweb you're up aliasing
Sucker cats don't try to near this

you could bring it this way
Compliments of Wonder Y and my David J
So the do, re, mi, fa, sol, la
Many to devour the stage, put the guts out the venue

Ah, shut up in your no need to continue
I've been there, that, received it, won that
Yo stunned that, how you like To Sun frozed
Keep my shit in harvest like John grows crops
Hops, you'll need the ceiling to tops
I saw the empire, set your to fire

Bim blam set a flame to your
the surname like Davis the Sammy
A Grammy, my concern is to earn for a age
Next time, rhyme, next phase

It's in the y'all, it's on the wall y'all
in your head but it's not the fever
It's in the back y'all, it's on the wall
It's in head but it's not the fever

Now put hand on your hip
(Now put hand on your hip)
And let your slip
(And let backbone slide)
Now put your up on your hip
(Now put your up on your hip)
And let your slip for the fever

Hey, ladies and reintroducing to you
Shootin' shit like hot asses at the sip of bean
Super fat the visitor zoo
Peace to my homewood and my man Tofu, I fell in love

I'm through that man do
Get some ass on the so my love can shine through
Pull a cigar with crew, back and let it soak
Your holdin' on to my twelve dollar man

It was Mase who laced the beat up out the Earth
Leaving hypnotized like Ootney Fonsworth
But I'm hip but no tized than that, to the break of dawn
Dada, why it's hotter than hot

Why not knee, my Steve got on the dick
They want to the click
I hope ass get a record deal so they can feel what I feel
To overstand that ring, how you do is real

You must be from Italy 'cause all you do is
Microphone to microphone, lookin' for
I write a to make the publicists flock the prone cop
on stage so I don't need a spotlight

Should be tight Tupperwear, supperwear, drawers of socks
Sippin' on gray pot yo scratch the pork
nothin' here drops
goin' up, up, up

It's in the back y'all, it's on the y'all
It's in your but it's not the fever
It's in the back y'all, it's on the y'all
It's in head but it's not the fever

It's in the y'all, it's on the wall y'all
It's in your but it's not the fever
in the back y'all, it's on the wall y'all
It's in your but it's not the fever

It's the