Luyện nghe bài hát Power Moves

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

I need to & take a 48 hour cruise,
Power Moves: I'm but you cowards lose.
Shout the news, we paid our dues.
It's not how I can, how I choose.
The South rule,
up, out the blue.
I show haters & buy 'em flowers too.
If I was you, I wouldn't leave from around your
They wouldn't find you the year 2002.
I be countin'
like a mountain boo
In the land where dope play the glass flutes.
Off in the night, at the scene green.
While most men sleep we're fiend after fiend.
'86 bricks.
Got takin' tricks.
Makin' hits, while I'm at 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 your over here, right?"
"We got my T, SPM in here"

Now all about team work
There's enough to feed all on God's earth.
I the game 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 talkin' shit be irrelevant. [big
You the smell of shit you lack street elegance.
I bricks
Fuck hoes the cushions.
If there's 1 bitch, I bet she's suckin' 2 dicks.
SPM & true top fillas,
Mexican assassin & me, killer.
Power's the act performin' 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 Mexican? Fuck us cause...

[South Mexican:]
me Papa Trump, or Daddy Mack-10
Back when I cities like, Cracklin'.
The clash of the Titans, passin' my
Boys On Tha Cut goin' than lightnin'.
My hood's right past the woods
So every full I dance with wolves.
Used to fool crack, now I'm through with that,
I opened up the SPM School of Rap.
Jump for joy H-Town, the takin' over
Like when they weed with a cup of bakin' soda,
Playin'
boulders
Shake your
you haters know this that your silly game is bogus
Can't us
We ferocious
But lay the lowest, a forest
My brain's in
& they us
Great
I'm organs
& pray the
like Bruce, takin' all this
Now the Chorus.

Moves.
Moves.
Moves.
Moves.

[Bushwick:] Hey! Y'all I was gone, right? [*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 Power Moves. [starting after "L.A."],
Talkin' about Power Moves.
about that Power Moves.
Moves.
Hey!
Moves.
Moves.