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, you understand what I'm sayin'
Ugh,

I need to relax, and take a 48 cruise,
Moves, I'm sorry but you cowards lose.
Shout the news, we done our dues.
It's not how I can, how I choose.
The South rule,
up, out the blue.
I show hataz hell, and buy 'em too.
If I was you, I wouldn't leave around your crew,
they wouldn't you 'till the year 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 sleep servin' fiend after fiend,
'86 bricks,
got takin' tricks,
Bring the noise to you boys, feel my Opera,
makin' hits, I'm at Denny's eatin' steak and grits.
'cause ain't no a mutherfucking conqueror.

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

there's enough to all on God's green earth.
Now it's all team work,
I re-verse the not me first.
Niggas try to act killa but I worse.
eagle. Wet T-shirts. I hurt, people.
Feet first so get a taste of our
You like the smell of shit you lack elegance.
Eagle trip talkin' shit be (ugly laugh)
I bricks,
hoes under the cushions.
If only 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 ???
Remember that you see our 600 topless.
You got three wishes mutherfuckers the best of it.

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

Call me Papa Trump, or Mack-10
when I took cities like, Cracklin.
The clash of the Titans, my writin'
Boyz On Da Cut goin' faster lightnin'.
My yellow hood's past the woods,
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.
for joy H-Town, the south takin' over,
poker,
like when they mixed weed 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,
Kickin' Bruce, takin' all this,
Now the Chorus.

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