Luyện nghe bài hát Power Moves

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

I need to relax & a 48 hour cruise,
Power I'm sorry but you cowards lose.
the news, we done paid our dues.
It's not how I can, 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 'til the 2002.
I be countin'
Climbin' like a boo
In the where dope fiends 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.
Makin' hits, while I'm at Denny's eatin' & grits.
Bring the noise to you boys, feel my Opera.
Cause ain't no stoppin' a conqueror.

Moves.
Moves.
Moves.
Moves.

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

Now it's all team work
There's enough to feed all on green earth.
I the game 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. laugh]
You like the smell of you lack street elegance.
I bricks
Fuck hoes the cushions.
If only 1 bitch, I bet she's suckin' 2 dicks.
SPM & Bushwick: top fillas,
Mexican & me, Jamaican killer.
Power's the act e-ffective progress.
Remember when you see our 600 topless.
3rd coast, H-Town to 3rd
You got 3 wishes muthafuckers make the of it.

Moves.
Moves.
Moves.
Moves.

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

Park 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 past the
So full moon I dance with wolves.
Used to fool with crack, now I'm through that,
I just up the SPM School of Rap.
Jump for joy H-Town, the takin' over
Like when they mixed with a cup of bakin' soda,
poker
Breakin'
your shoulders
Make you haters know this 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 organs
& pray the
Kickin' like Bruce, takin' all
Now the Chorus.

Moves.
Moves.
Moves.
Moves.

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

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