Luyện nghe bài hát Chanel No. Fever

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

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 wall
It's in your head but not the fever

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

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

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

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

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

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 head but not the fever

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

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

I'm through evil man do
Get some ass on the side so my love can through
Pull a cigar with crew, lean and let it soak
Your on to my twelve dollar smoke 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 got niggas on the dick
They want to join the
I hope ass get a record deal so they can feel what I feel
To overstand ring ring, how you do is real

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

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

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

the fever