Luyện nghe bài hát Power Moves

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(it's all about these moves)

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

I need to relax, and take a 48 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 done rule,
up, out the blue.
I show hataz hell, and buy 'em too.
If I was you, I wouldn't leave from your crew,
they wouldn't find you 'till the 2002.
climbin' a mountain boo,
I be loot,
in the land where fiends play the glass flutes.
Off in the night, at the scene green.
While men sleep we're servin' fiend after fiend,
'86 bricks,
got takin' tricks,
Bring the noise to you boys, my Hillwood 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 but I seen worse.
eagle. Wet T-shirts. I hurt, people.
Feet so get a taste of our de-sert
You like the smell of shit you lack elegance.
Eagle trip shit be irrelevant (ugly laugh)
I bricks,
fuck hoes the cushions.
If there's only one bitch, I bet she's 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 the best of it.

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

Call me Papa Trump, or Daddy
back when I took like, Cracklin.
The of the Titans, passin' my writin'
Boyz On Da Cut goin' than lightnin'.
My yellow hood's past the woods,
so every full moon I dance wolves.
to fool with crack, now I'm through with that,
I just up the SPM School Of Rap.
Jump for joy H-Town, the takin' over,
poker,
like when they mixed with a cup of baking soda,
boulders,
Shake shoulders,
Make you haters know that your silly game 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.

Power
(Chorus)
Moves
Power
(Bushwick: AY! Y'all I was gone, right? *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*)
bout that Power Moves (starting after "L.A."),
Talkin' bout that Moves,
Talkin' that Power Moves,
Moves,
Hey!
Moves,
Power