Luyện nghe bài hát Chanel No. Fever

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hey, ladies and gents to you
Shootin' shit hot asses at the sip of bean stew
fat come the visitor zoo
Peace to my homewood niggas and my man Tofu, I fell in

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

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

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

You must be from 'cause all you do is roam
Microphone to microphone, for home
I write a poem to make the flock the prone cop
China on stage so I don't need a

Should be tight Tupperwear, supperwear, drawers of socks
on gray pot yo scratch the pork chops
'Cause nothin' drops
We're up, up, up

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

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

the fever