Luyện nghe bài hát Make A Move

Smokin' like a bowl of Buddha
Burnin' in my NOW
You don't want to to the rhythm of the funk degrees
You'll be a prisoner in the temple of
it out, just move it on out, no doubt
We the number one
Kickin' mark ass out the house
Puttin' up an argument, just bother
`Cause whoop that ass just like I'm your father

Take heed to the master's call yes
(Bring cell-phone cause I fade them all)
fly
But they don't a fuck about who dies
When you're in the middle of the
No question,
Nowhere to run from the
Let the come down
there goes another body on the ground
Watch out for G
It's the Cypress family
Kickin' up dust can you us fragilly
Growin' inside your mind a tumour
Spreading in your head like a
Venomous!
I'm from the underground, I take care of
What the is this?

Move `em out! Move `em on out! `em out!

Suckas come in all shapes sizes and
Let me get the
And hang `em `till their necks broke
Wind passage cut off, now you can't
Let me give you what you
A fat of the good weed
a puppet on a string
I'm the one controlling ass
With the rough shit here to
My army like the buddha I sold ya
Every seed is another fuckin' soldier
the `coup d'etate'
Now ya are in the middle of the
Stuck in car
They can't ya
At the bottom of the
Let me ya
You better be behind ya
It's too late, ain't no one here
Hallucination, bees hummin' in ear
Paranoia, dwelling to dome piece
Increase, the level of the terror that ceased

`em out! Move `em on out! Move `em out!

Make a move, make a move, every posse make a

on
Open up the doors for the high buddha
With the point the dick can die
with the six shooter

Still real straight
Lookin' for the buster that I eliminate
No
As the inches
Let the four
As I him right in the eyes
And rip these niggas in
With the
They can't a path
I like the
Still I reign the we remain
The big bad Cypress Hill, fuckin' niggas up
When I aim I'm for your brain
Brother stay low, break you up the frame

Move `em out! Move `em on out! `em out!