Luyện nghe bài hát Power Moves

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(it's all these power moves)

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

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

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

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

Moves
(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 of the Titans, passin' my writin'
On Da Cut goin' faster than lightnin'.
My yellow hood's right the woods,
so every full moon I with wolves.
Used to with 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 when they mixed weed a cup of baking soda,
boulders,
Shake shoulders,
Make you haters this that your silly game is bogus,
Can't us,
We ferocious,
but lay the lowest, a forest,
and they us,
My in orbit,
performance,
and the lord-es,
I'm organs,
like Bruce, takin' all this,
Now the Chorus.

Power
(Chorus)
Power
Moves
(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 what I'm saying?
keep it real, it real, keep it real *fades out*)
Talkin' bout that Power (starting after "L.A."),
Talkin' bout that Moves,
Talkin' bout Power Moves,
Moves,
Hey!
Moves,
Power