Luyện nghe bài hát Power Moves

[South Mexican:]
Yo, yo. It's all about these Moves, right?
It's all about these Moves.
Yo, think you understand I'm sayin'
Uh.

I need to & take a 48 hour cruise,
Power I'm sorry but you cowards lose.
Shout the news, we paid our dues.
not how I can, it's how I choose.
The done rule,
up, out the blue.
I show hell & buy 'em flowers too.
If I was you, I wouldn't leave around your crew
They wouldn't you 'til the year 2002.
I be countin'
like a mountain boo
In the land where dope fiends the glass flutes.
Off in the night, at the scene green.
While most men sleep servin' fiend after fiend.
'86 bricks.
Got takin' tricks.
hits, while I'm at Denny's eatin' steak & grits.
Bring the noise to you boys, my Hillwood Opera.
Cause ain't no stoppin' a conqueror.

Moves.
Moves.
Moves.
Moves.

[Bushwick:] Hey yo!
"Hey yo we got your over here, right?"
"We got my T, SPM in here"

Now it's all team work
There's enough to all on God's green earth.
I reverse the not me first.
try to act killer but I seen worse.
Feet first so get a of our de-sert eagle.
Wet T-shirts. I people.
Eagle trip talkin' shit be irrelevant. [big
You like the of shit you lack street elegance.
I bricks
Fuck under the cushions.
If there's only 1 bitch, I bet she's 2 dicks.
SPM & true top fillas,
Mexican & me, Jamaican killer.
Power's the act e-ffective progress.
Remember when you see our 600 topless.
3rd coast, to 3rd Texamin
You got 3 wishes make the best of it.

Moves.
Moves.
Moves.
Moves.

[Bushwick:] You wanna a Mexican? Fuck with us cause...

Park Mexican:]
Call me Papa Trump, or Daddy
Back I took cities like, Cracklin'.
The clash of the Titans, my writin'
Boys On Tha Cut goin' faster lightnin'.
My yellow right past the woods
So every full moon I with wolves.
Used to fool with crack, now I'm with that,
I just opened up the SPM of Rap.
Jump for joy H-Town, the south over
Like when they mixed weed a cup of bakin' soda,
Playin'
boulders
Shake your
Make you haters this that your silly game is bogus
control us
We ferocious
But lay the lowest, a forest
My brain's in
& they us
Great
I'm organs
& pray the
Kickin' like Bruce, all this
Now the Chorus.

Moves.
Moves.
Moves.
Moves.

[Bushwick:] Hey! Y'all thought I was gone, [*laughs*]
I wanna say wussup to my muthafuckin'
L.A. to New York, to the Midwest, to the Durdysouth.
You know I'm sayin'?
it real, keep it real, keep it real [*fades out*]

Talkin' about Power Moves. [starting after "L.A."],
Talkin' about Power Moves.
Talkin' about Power Moves.
Moves.
Hey!
Moves.
Moves.