Luyện nghe bài hát Chanel No. Fever

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

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

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

Now these love how we live
Got 'em caught, shit, you know looking 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, how you like To Sun frozed
my shit in harvest like Farmer John grows crops
Hops, you'll the whole ceiling to tops
I saw the empire, set liquid 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
time, next rhyme, next phase

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 head but it's not the fever

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

the fever