Luyện nghe bài hát Superstars Remix

1:

Hey yo first things
It's time to shake ground in the round
Box battle & down
From the beat & the wild tone, in the cyclone
S t y l e s, yes I
Red beam,
red beam
Put 'em up,
You plucked a bad
Off the spitting, in the gorilla tag-team
up now? jump down, stuff they can't breathe

Yo! you kno the routine, the effect
Please, don't step, you wanna be one of my pet
The more the better, sound strange but you all wanna creep together
Ok? in the club what a cheesy
Why not, we got so much street credit, the rookie let us
Now foolish, cuz we don't act sweet
Cuz I can run 10 laps in a meet

Keep it it's on now
it punk rile
Shaking the rile
Rip it style
the funk pal
Dunk the punk
What now, watch your battleship get sunk
Click(click), pow(pow), nine(nine) thou(thou),
Just what I thought, what's up huh(2nd time)

2:

Hold it down, give in
Styles having your
Or you want it to end
Dirty m'again, I burn him
05 serving sins
Or 30 your friends get knocked out, wind
Hoped'd out, you want, take a look at my grin
I'm a you can tell by the flippers & fin's
C'mon,

Yo! I got a style
the offspring & joke with 'em
The guitar stream
Who am I? russian roulette,
Cruising your bed, how to make in july
51, stereo, vibe, gun live
Here we go, s o b, drop
We're the kids in the hall, the new lactate
Blast both angles, a boondock saint
So, get up get up and let the hit ya
Snap this picture uh!

Keep it moving on now
Making it punk
the funk rile
Rip it apart
Fakin' the pal
Dunk the punk
What now, your battleship get sunk down
Click(click), pow(pow), nine(nine) thou(thou),
Just what I thought, up now? huh(2nd time)

3:

Who the hell is spliting the belly of a
In any your style the fell blitz
Drilling your brain, like rap &
Feel the syringe able the styles get'n into your

Yo! what of stuff is he drawn
Really it's styles, really you yo c'mon punk off
You really gotta be gone, ripped out of brain
Triped your lip to dispossess your b game
What's with chilling eating kibbles'n bits
There aint street talking the globe, I can't fix,Get it?
I'm sick with it, when I spit the
& it drip's up in 'em & it the women in a
quick dilemma;We can it now,
And I don't kno who did it but said it was styles

Click, pow, thou, what? just what I thought what's up now?hu

Click, pow nine thou, what? just what I thought up now? hu (x2)