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 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 it's not the

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

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

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

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

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

It's in the y'all, it's on the wall y'all
in your 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 put hand on your hip
(Now put your on your hip)
And let your backbone
(And let your 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
Shootin' shit like hot asses at the sip of stew
Super fat come the zoo
to my homewood 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
a cigar with crew, lean back and let it soak
Your holdin' on to my twelve dollar 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
want to join the click
I that ass get a record deal 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
Microphone to microphone, for home
I write a poem to make the publicists the prone cop
China on so I don't need a spotlight

Should be tight Tupperwear, supperwear, drawers of socks
on gray pot yo scratch the pork chops
'Cause here drops
We're 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 back y'all, on the wall y'all
It's in your head but 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 head but it's not the

It's the