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

Now with the B-I L bill
We bill the par territories placing on terrains
Now I said it was 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 spiderweb up aliasing here
Sucker cats try to steer near this

you could bring it this way
Compliments of Wonder Y and my nigga 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
I've been there, done that, received it, won
Yo that, that's how you like To Sun frozed
my shit in harvest like Farmer John grows crops
Hops, you'll need the whole ceiling to
I saw the empire, set liquid to fire

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

It's in the back y'all, 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

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

Hey, ladies and 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 fell in

I'm through evil 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 dollar smoke 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, why it's hotter than hot

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

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

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

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

It's the