Luyện nghe bài hát Power Moves

[South Park
Yo, yo. It's all about these Moves, right?
all about these Power Moves.
Yo, think you understand 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.
It's not how I can, how I choose.
The done rule,
up, out the blue.
I haters hell & buy 'em flowers too.
If I was you, I leave from around your crew
wouldn't find you 'til the year 2002.
I be countin'
Climbin' a mountain boo
In the land where fiends play the glass flutes.
Off in the night, at the stackin' green.
While most men sleep we're fiend after fiend.
'86 bricks.
Got takin' tricks.
hits, while I'm at Denny's eatin' steak & grits.
Bring the noise to you boys, feel my Opera.
Cause no stoppin' a muthafuckin' 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 about work
enough to feed all on God's green earth.
I reverse the not me first.
Niggas try to act killer but I worse.
Feet first so get a of our de-sert eagle.
Wet T-shirts. I people.
Eagle trip shit be irrelevant. [big laugh]
You like the smell of shit you street elegance.
I bricks
Fuck under the cushions.
If only 1 bitch, I bet she's suckin' 2 dicks.
SPM & true top fillas,
Mexican & me, Jamaican killer.
the act performin' e-ffective progress.
Remember when you see our 600 topless.
3rd coast, H-Town to 3rd
You got 3 wishes make the best of it.

Moves.
Moves.
Moves.
Moves.

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

[South Mexican:]
Call me Papa Trump, or Daddy
Back when I took like, Cracklin'.
The clash of the Titans, my writin'
Boys On Tha Cut goin' than lightnin'.
My yellow hood's right the woods
So every moon I dance with wolves.
Used to with crack, now I'm through with that,
I just up the SPM School of Rap.
Jump for joy H-Town, the south over
Like when they mixed with a cup of bakin' soda,
poker
Breakin'
Shake shoulders
you haters know this that your silly game is bogus
Can't us
We stay
But lay the lowest, a forest
My brain's in
& they us
Great
I'm playin'
& the lord-es
like Bruce, takin' all this
Now the Chorus.

Moves.
Moves.
Moves.
Moves.

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

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