Luyện nghe bài hát Power Moves

[South Park
Yo, yo. It's all about these Power Moves,
It's all about Power Moves.
Yo, you understand what I'm sayin'
Uh.

I need to relax & a 48 hour cruise,
Moves: I'm sorry but you cowards lose.
Shout the news, we paid our dues.
not how I can, it's how I choose.
The South rule,
up, out the blue.
I haters hell & buy 'em flowers too.
If I was you, I wouldn't from around your crew
They wouldn't find you the year 2002.
I be countin'
Climbin' like a boo
In the land where dope play the glass flutes.
Off in the night, at the stackin' green.
While men sleep we're servin' fiend after fiend.
'86 bricks.
Got hoes tricks.
hits, while I'm at Denny's eatin' steak & grits.
Bring the noise to you boys, feel my Opera.
ain't no stoppin' a muthafuckin' conqueror.

Moves.
Moves.
Moves.
Moves.

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

Now it's all about work
There's enough to feed all on God's earth.
I reverse the not me first.
try to act killer but I seen worse.
Feet first so get a taste of our eagle.
Wet T-shirts. I people.
Eagle trip shit be irrelevant. [big laugh]
You the smell of shit you lack street elegance.
I push
Fuck hoes the cushions.
If there's 1 bitch, I bet she's suckin' 2 dicks.
SPM & true top fillas,
Mexican & me, Jamaican killer.
the act performin' e-ffective progress.
Remember that you see our 600 topless.
3rd coast, H-Town to 3rd
You got 3 muthafuckers make the best of it.

Moves.
Moves.
Moves.
Moves.

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

[South Park
Call me Trump, or Daddy Mack-10
Back I took cities like, Cracklin'.
The of the Titans, passin' my writin'
Boys On Tha Cut faster than lightnin'.
My yellow right past the woods
So every moon I dance 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 weed with a cup of bakin' soda,
Playin'
Breakin'
your shoulders
Make you haters know that your silly game is bogus
Can't us
We stay
But lay the lowest, blaze a
My brain's in
& adore us
Great
I'm playin'
& pray the
Kickin' Bruce, takin' all this
Now the Chorus.

Moves.
Moves.
Moves.
Moves.

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

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