Luyện nghe bài hát Power Moves

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(it's all these power moves)

Yo, yo. all about 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 sorry but you 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 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.
like a mountain boo,
I be loot,
in the land where dope fiends play the 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, feel my Opera,
makin' hits, I'm at Denny's eatin' steak and grits.
'cause ain't no stoppin' a conqueror.

(Chorus)
Power
Power
Power
(Bushwick: Ay yo, haha!)
(Ay yo we got your turn here, right?)
Moves
(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.
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 the smell of shit you lack street elegance.
trip talkin' 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 performing progress.
3rd coast, to ???
Remember that you see our 600 topless.
You got wishes mutherfuckers make the best of it.

Power
(Chorus)
Moves
Power
Power
(Bushwick: you wanna 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 right the woods,
so every full moon I with wolves.
Used to fool with crack, now I'm with that,
I just up the SPM School Of Rap.
Jump for joy H-Town, the south over,
poker,
like when they mixed weed a cup of baking soda,
boulders,
Shake shoulders,
you haters know this 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,
Kickin' Bruce, takin' all this,
Now the Chorus.

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