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 sorry but you 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 show haters hell & buy 'em too.
If I was you, I wouldn't leave from your crew
They wouldn't find you the year 2002.
I be countin'
like a mountain boo
In the land where dope fiends the glass flutes.
Off in the night, at the scene green.
While most men we're servin' fiend after fiend.
'86 bricks.
Got takin' tricks.
Makin' hits, while I'm at eatin' steak & grits.
Bring the to you boys, feel my Hillwood Opera.
ain't no stoppin' a muthafuckin' 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 about team
There's to feed all on God's green earth.
I the game 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 talkin' shit be irrelevant. [big laugh]
You like the smell of shit you street elegance.
I push
Fuck hoes 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 e-ffective progress.
Remember that you see our 600 topless.
3rd coast, H-Town to 3rd
You got 3 wishes muthafuckers the best of it.

Moves.
Moves.
Moves.
Moves.

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

Park Mexican:]
Call me Trump, or Daddy Mack-10
Back when I took like, Cracklin'.
The clash of the Titans, passin' my
Boys On Tha Cut goin' faster 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 opened up the SPM School of Rap.
Jump for joy H-Town, the south takin'
Like when mixed weed with a cup of bakin' soda,
Playin'
boulders
Shake your
Make you haters know this your silly game is bogus
Can't us
We ferocious
But lay the lowest, a forest
My in orbit
& they us
performance
I'm organs
& the lord-es
like Bruce, takin' all this
Now the Chorus.

Moves.
Moves.
Moves.
Moves.

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

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