Luyện nghe bài hát Chanel No. Fever

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

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

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

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

Wish you could it this way
Compliments of Wonder Y and my 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
been there, done that, received it, won that
Yo stunned that, that's how you like To Sun
Keep my shit in harvest like Farmer grows crops
Hops, you'll need the whole ceiling to
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 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, it's on the wall
in your head but it's not the fever

Now put your on your hip
(Now put hand on your hip)
And let your backbone
(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 at the sip of bean stew
Super fat come the zoo
to my homewood niggas and my man Tofu, I fell in love

I'm through evil man do
Get some ass on the side so my can shine through
Pull a cigar with crew, lean and let it soak
Your on to my twelve dollar smoke man

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

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

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

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

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

It's in the back y'all, it's on the wall
It's in your head but 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

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