Luyện nghe bài hát Power Moves

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

I need to relax & a 48 hour cruise,
Power Moves: I'm 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 haters hell & buy 'em flowers too.
If I was you, I wouldn't leave from around crew
They wouldn't you 'til the year 2002.
I be loot
Climbin' a mountain boo
In the land where dope fiends the glass flutes.
Off in the night, at the scene green.
While most men sleep we're fiend after fiend.
'86 bricks.
Got hoes tricks.
Makin' hits, while I'm at Denny's steak & grits.
the noise to you boys, feel my Hillwood Opera.
Cause ain't no 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 team
There's to feed all on God's green earth.
I reverse the not me first.
Niggas try to act but I seen worse.
first so get a taste of our de-sert eagle.
Wet T-shirts. I people.
Eagle trip talkin' shit be irrelevant. [big
You the smell of shit you lack street elegance.
I bricks
hoes under the cushions.
If there's 1 bitch, I bet she's suckin' 2 dicks.
SPM & Bushwick: top fillas,
Mexican assassin & me, killer.
the act performin' e-ffective progress.
Remember when you see our 600 topless.
3rd coast, to 3rd Texamin
You got 3 muthafuckers make the best of it.

Moves.
Moves.
Moves.
Moves.

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

[South Park
Call me Papa Trump, or Daddy
Back when I took like, Cracklin'.
The clash of the Titans, my writin'
Boys On Tha Cut faster than lightnin'.
My yellow right past the woods
So every moon I dance with wolves.
Used to with crack, now I'm through with that,
I just opened up the SPM of Rap.
for joy H-Town, the south takin' over
Like they mixed weed with a cup of bakin' soda,
Playin'
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
like Bruce, takin' all this
Now the Chorus.

Moves.
Moves.
Moves.
Moves.

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

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