Luyện nghe bài hát Power Moves

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(it's all about these moves)

Yo, yo. It's all about power 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 South rule,
up, out the blue.
I show hataz hell, and buy 'em too.
If I was you, I wouldn't leave from your crew,
wouldn't find you 'till the year 2002.
climbin' a mountain boo,
I be loot,
in the where dope fiends play the glass flutes.
Off in the night, at the scene green.
While most men sleep we're servin' after fiend,
'86 bricks,
got hoes 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
Moves
Power
(Bushwick: Ay yo, haha!)
(Ay yo we got turn over here, right?)
Moves
(we got my T, SPM in here)

there's enough to all on God's green earth.
Now it's all team work,
I the game not me first.
try to act killa but I seen 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,
fuck hoes the cushions.
If there's one bitch, I bet she's sucking two dicks.
SPM and Bushwick: top fillas,
Mexican assassin and me, killa.
Power's the act e-ffective 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 diss a Mexican? Fuck us 'cause)

Call me Trump, or Daddy Mack-10
back I took cities like, Cracklin.
The clash of the Titans, passin' my
Boyz On Da Cut goin' faster lightnin'.
My yellow hood's right the woods,
so every moon I dance with wolves.
Used to with 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 when they mixed with a cup of baking soda,
boulders,
Shake shoulders,
Make you know this that your silly game is bogus,
control us,
We ferocious,
but lay the lowest, a forest,
and they us,
My in orbit,
performance,
and the lord-es,
I'm organs,
Kickin' like Bruce, all this,
Now the Chorus.

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