Luyện nghe bài hát Chanel No. Fever

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

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 wall
in your head but it's not the fever

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

Now these love how we live
Got 'em caught, shit, you already know so fly
That the dog that spiderweb you're 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
I've been there, that, received it, won that
Yo that, that's how you like To Sun frozed
Keep my shit in harvest like Farmer John crops
Hops, need the whole ceiling to tops
I saw the empire, set liquid to fire

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

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

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

Hey, ladies and reintroducing to you
Shootin' shit hot asses 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 can shine through
Pull a cigar with crew, back and let it soak
Your holdin' on to my twelve dollar man

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

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

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

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

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

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
It's in your but it's not the fever

the fever