Luyện nghe bài hát Power Moves

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

I need to relax & take a 48 cruise,
Power Moves: I'm but you cowards lose.
Shout the news, we done 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 leave from your crew
They find you 'til the year 2002.
I be loot
Climbin' a mountain boo
In the land dope fiends play the glass flutes.
Off in the night, at the stackin' green.
While most men we're servin' fiend after fiend.
'86 bricks.
Got hoes tricks.
Makin' hits, I'm at Denny's eatin' steak & 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 all about team work
There's enough to feed all on God's earth.
I the game 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 talkin' be irrelevant. [big laugh]
You like the of shit you lack street elegance.
I push
hoes under the cushions.
If there's only 1 bitch, I bet suckin' 2 dicks.
SPM & Bushwick: top fillas,
Mexican assassin & me, killer.
Power's the act performin' 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...

Park Mexican:]
Call me Trump, or Daddy Mack-10
Back when I cities like, Cracklin'.
The clash of the Titans, my writin'
Boys On Tha Cut goin' faster lightnin'.
My yellow hood's right past the
So every full moon I dance wolves.
Used to fool with crack, now I'm through that,
I just opened up the SPM of Rap.
Jump for joy H-Town, the south takin'
Like they mixed weed with a cup of bakin' soda,
poker
Breakin'
Shake shoulders
Make you haters know this your silly game is bogus
control us
We ferocious
But lay the lowest, a forest
My brain's in
& they us
Great
I'm playin'
& pray the
like Bruce, takin' all this
Now the Chorus.

Moves.
Moves.
Moves.
Moves.

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

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