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, please

in the back y'all, it's on the wall 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 it's not the

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 back Wayne
We did, universally the lid

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

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

Ah, up in your face no need to continue
I've been there, done that, received it, won
Yo that, that's how you like To Sun frozed
Keep my shit in harvest Farmer 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 is to earn for a little age
Next time, next rhyme, phase

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

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

Hey, and gents reintroducing to you
shit like hot asses at the sip of bean stew
Super fat come the zoo
Peace to my homewood niggas and my man Tofu, I in love

I'm through that man do
Get some ass on the side so my love can through
a cigar with crew, lean 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 brothers hypnotized like Fonsworth
But I'm hip but no tized that, clap to the break of dawn
Dada, wonder why it's than hot

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

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

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

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

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

It's the