Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Move

Um, um, woo, DAMN! WOO!

Yo, yo

[Chorus 1 -
Let me some heads noddin, fists pumpin, feet
Ass shakin, breakin, earthquakin - LET'S MOVE!
Fuck a battle, we got nothin to - LET'S MOVE!
Fakts One supply the with the groove - LET'S MOVE!

[Mr.
Hard tracks, remind me of blacks with scarred
These are facts, in the swamp like Artacks (uh huh)
Boston to Facts, chill, watch Miramax
flicks, then I to get sick, hail drop (uh huh)
Take 39, the "Hail Bop"
teachers, one male cop
Then the atmosphere get real hot (uh huh)

My flow is like downpours, makin steel rot
We pros, who's drown yours, on the real blocks (uh huh)
It's not coincidental, that we cause some real
Appeal, god dammnit, never it for granted (uh huh)
Write a and hand it to your receptionist
The game's to change, here come The Perceptionists (uh huh)

[Mr. (Akrobatik)
I'm a genie, the next time you see me is
It's easy, I'm foldin dimension and breeze it (uh huh)
horizon miles, been at Dyson
M. Tyson, M. Bison, the for
(Two orators) (uh huh)
Of the
(Yeah, hear the of the hemisphere)

(Pumpin knowledge the verse) (uh huh)

(Adrenaline, hip hop's through my melon and)
(GENTLEMEN BEHOLD!)
on David Letterman (uh huh)
Your sold on the brother's whole (uh)
You want to hear another Everybody cool, ola! (uh huh)

2 - Akrobatik]
Let me some noddin, fists pumpin, feet stompin
Ass shakin, necks breakin, - LET'S MOVE!
Fuck a battle, we got nothin to prove - MOVE!
Perceptionists provide the people with the groove - MOVE!
(Let's move, let's move, let's ...)

[Mr. (Akrobatik)
We to show you what oppression is
So we'll in jail sentences
Three to (twenty-five to life) (uh huh)
Mega trife, use a mega
to slice the afterlife
So spill (so ill), so (so we'll) (uh huh)
Take you a adventure, mind dimentia, time to venture

(Mr. Lif)
Time to enter the prime inventors
of a solid center, the contential champions are stompin in campin and
We lampin in your SPOT (YOUR BOOTED!) (uh huh)
Raise The Perceptionists flag, twenty-one guns
Everyone's polluted
Women and young (uh huh)

[Mr.
Computers are ones
how the hung maneuvered

Strange fruit used to swing from the Southern (uh huh)
Now there's only and those who laid the path are lovin these

[Mr.
and the brother's free
Others beggin please, for some empathy, enemy, no remedy

We cookin up hot shit

[Mr.
But not the recipe

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