Luyện nghe bài hát Superstars Remix

1:

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

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

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

2:

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

Yo! I got a wack
the offspring & joke with 'em
The distorted stream
Who am I? roulette, komoti
Cruising your bed, how to make qubec in
51, stereo, vibe, gun live
Here we go, s o b, some
the kids in the hall, with 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 it's on now
Making it rile
Shaking the rile
Rip it apart
the funk pal
Dunk watch the
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 the belly of a shellfish
In any style playing the fell blitz
Drilling your brain, like rap &
Feel the syringe able the get'n into your face

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

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

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