Luyện nghe bài hát Power Moves

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(it's all about power moves)

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

I to relax, and 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 hataz hell, and buy 'em flowers too.
If I was you, I wouldn't leave around your crew,
they wouldn't find you 'till the 2002.
climbin' a mountain boo,
I be loot,
in the land where dope 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,
Bring the noise to you boys, my Hillwood Opera,
makin' hits, while I'm at eatin' steak and grits.
'cause ain't no a mutherfucking conqueror.

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

there's enough to feed all on God's earth.
Now it's all about work,
I re-verse the 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 shit you street elegance.
trip talkin' shit be irrelevant (ugly laugh)
I bricks,
hoes under the cushions.
If there's only one bitch, I bet she's two dicks.
SPM and Bushwick: top fillas,
Mexican assassin and me, killa.
Power's the act e-ffective progress.
3rd coast, to ???
Remember when you see our 600 topless.
You got three wishes make the best of it.

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

Call me Papa Trump, or Daddy
back I took cities like, Cracklin.
The clash of the Titans, my writin'
Boyz On Da Cut faster than lightnin'.
My yellow right past the woods,
so full moon I dance with wolves.
Used to fool with crack, now I'm through that,
I just up the SPM School Of Rap.
Jump for joy H-Town, the takin' over,
poker,
like when they weed with a cup of baking soda,
boulders,
Shake shoulders,
Make you haters know this your silly game is bogus,
control us,
We ferocious,
but lay the lowest, a forest,
and adore us,
My in orbit,
performance,
and the lord-es,
I'm organs,
Kickin' like Bruce, all this,
Now the Chorus.

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