Luyện nghe bài hát Power Moves

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(it's all about power moves)

Yo, yo. all about these power moves, right,
Yo, think you what I'm sayin'
Ugh,

I need to relax, and a 48 hour cruise,
Moves, I'm sorry 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 hataz hell, and buy 'em flowers too.
If I was you, I wouldn't leave around your crew,
they find you 'till the year 2002.
climbin' like a boo,
I be loot,
in the where dope fiends play the glass flutes.
Off in the night, at the scene green.
While most men we're servin' fiend after fiend,
'86 bricks,
got hoes tricks,
Bring the to you boys, feel my Hillwood Opera,
makin' hits, while I'm at eatin' steak and grits.
'cause ain't no a mutherfucking conqueror.

(Chorus)
Power
Power
Moves
(Bushwick: Ay yo, haha!)
(Ay yo we got your turn here, right?)
Power
(we got my T, SPM in here)

there's enough to all on God's green earth.
Now it's all about work,
I the game not me first.
try to act killa but I seen worse.
eagle. Wet T-shirts. I hurt, people.
Feet first so get a of our de-sert
You like the smell of you lack street elegance.
Eagle talkin' shit be irrelevant (ugly laugh)
I bricks,
fuck hoes the cushions.
If there's one bitch, I bet she's sucking two dicks.
SPM and true top fillas,
assassin and me, Jamaican killa.
Power's the act e-ffective progress.
3rd coast, to ???
that when you see our 600 topless.
You got three wishes mutherfuckers make the of it.

Power
(Chorus)
Moves
Power
Power
(Bushwick: you wanna a Mexican? Fuck with us 'cause)

Call me Trump, or Daddy Mack-10
back I took cities like, Cracklin.
The clash of the Titans, passin' my
Boyz On Da Cut goin' faster lightnin'.
My yellow hood's right the woods,
so every full moon I with wolves.
Used to fool crack, now I'm through with that,
I just opened up the SPM Of Rap.
Jump for joy H-Town, the south over,
poker,
like they mixed weed with a cup of baking soda,
boulders,
Shake shoulders,
Make you haters know this that your silly is bogus,
Can't us,
We ferocious,
but lay the lowest, a forest,
and adore us,
My in orbit,
performance,
and the lord-es,
I'm organs,
like Bruce, takin' all this,
Now the Chorus.

Moves
(Chorus)
Power
Power
(Bushwick: AY! Y'all thought I was gone, *laughs*
Moves
I wanna say wussup to my mutherfuckin'
L.A., to New York, to the Midwest, to the Durdysouth.
You know I'm saying?
keep it real, keep it real, it real *fades out*)
Talkin' bout that Power (starting after "L.A."),
bout that Power Moves,
Talkin' bout Power Moves,
Moves,
Hey!
Moves,
Power