Luyện nghe bài hát Power Moves

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(it's all about these 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,
Power Moves, I'm but you cowards lose.
Shout the news, we done our dues.
It's not how I can, 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 from around crew,
wouldn't find you 'till the year 2002.
climbin' like a boo,
I be loot,
in the land where fiends play the glass flutes.
Off in the night, at the scene green.
most men sleep we're servin' fiend after fiend,
'86 bricks,
got takin' tricks,
Bring the noise to you boys, feel my Opera,
makin' hits, while I'm at eatin' steak and grits.
'cause ain't no a mutherfucking conqueror.

(Chorus)
Power
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 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 taste of our
You the smell of shit you lack street elegance.
trip talkin' shit be irrelevant (ugly laugh)
I bricks,
hoes 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 performing progress.
3rd coast, to ???
that when you see our 600 topless.
You got three wishes mutherfuckers the best of it.

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

Call me Papa Trump, or Mack-10
when I took cities like, Cracklin.
The of the Titans, passin' my writin'
On Da Cut goin' faster than lightnin'.
My yellow hood's past the woods,
so every full I dance 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 that 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.

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