Luyện nghe bài hát Power Moves

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(it's all about these moves)

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

I to relax, and take 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 South rule,
up, out the blue.
I hataz hell, and buy 'em flowers too.
If I was you, I wouldn't leave from your crew,
they wouldn't find you 'till the 2002.
climbin' like a boo,
I be loot,
in the land where dope fiends play the flutes.
Off in the night, at the stackin' green.
While most men sleep we're servin' fiend fiend,
'86 bricks,
got takin' tricks,
the noise to you boys, feel my Hillwood Opera,
makin' hits, while I'm at Denny's eatin' and grits.
'cause ain't no a mutherfucking conqueror.

(Chorus)
Power
Power
Moves
(Bushwick: Ay yo, haha!)
(Ay yo we got turn over here, right?)
Moves
(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 killa but I worse.
eagle. Wet T-shirts. I hurt, people.
Feet first so get a of our de-sert
You like the smell of you lack street elegance.
Eagle trip talkin' be irrelevant (ugly laugh)
I bricks,
hoes under the cushions.
If there's only one bitch, I bet she's two dicks.
SPM and Bushwick: top fillas,
Mexican and me, Jamaican killa.
the act performing 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 Mexican? Fuck us 'cause)

Call me Papa Trump, or Daddy
back when I took like, Cracklin.
The clash of the Titans, passin' my
Boyz On Da Cut goin' faster lightnin'.
My yellow right past the woods,
so every full I dance with wolves.
Used to with crack, now I'm through with that,
I opened up the SPM School 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 this that your 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' Bruce, takin' all this,
Now the Chorus.

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