Luyện nghe bài hát The Bass And The Movement

And we know how to make music
And the music ain't supposed to stand
And little bit of, you know little of Negro?
Into the music enough
is all consuming, let me tell you...

You should stuck with the original plan: To be a little man
have kept it simple, before the shit hit the fan
Give the kid a cause he sucks
Take the microphone from his fist he doesn't know how to
You wanna treat it a playground?
Well we can joke your take down
And let your pride get hurt when I tug on your
Like "Shut the fuck up! are tryin' to work."
And to the people that don't feel us: em'
Don't em', can't see em', never leave em', never loved em'
Stuff em' of dick till the hole rips
And let em' know that's what get for that ho shit
"Ooh my goodness, went up and flipped his style
I really heard a mac like this in a while"
Bullshit! Still broke and I fake the smile
Go ahead and my dick to a file
Yo, you heard Slug sing his songs women
Like he be a weak link, I know I can fuck with em'
For who wanna ride, come on, climb aboard
I'ma be an for as long as I'm exhorted
You either my bluff or turn the volume up
And make noise for the that swallow stuff
And put your hands up if you feel the
Cause all that matters is "The and the Movement"

I have a friend who needs to put the brakes on. He's getting old.
And if he could put the brakes on time, he'd be
The brakes...the brakes...the brakes...the brakes...

Step, step, step, step, step, off
You know you get lost because you know your soft
Huh huh step, step, step, step, step, on
Is all you gunna get when you try to test the
You need to park that bitch and get a kit
You might as hire me to come write your shit

At least then know who you bit
It won't hurt so much when don't like your shit
Silly buddy in a of beer
Quit in my cum and get your gum out your ear
"I your new song son, yo this your year"
Why don't you run along and tell girl to bring it here
You got no balance, combined no talent
Disgraceful, you can catch a face of phallice
Color me on a retribution tangent
How'd the love die!? the hell you lose the magic?
These cats is lazy, layin' on the job
I call Musab, this whole playground'll get
your props? Gimme that.
Your Gimme that.
A pack of Jimmy hats
I show you who the skinny
You can keep the change. Hit me back when you're
If she give good she can play with the halo
"Don't worry you're in good hands, I'm a man.
Nah, just sick of the program."
I only speak to put(?) in the bleach
An orphanage, I'm to get a portion of the piece
So the leach: Suck me dry
Dot "T's", cross your eyes
And blow me
So either call my bluff, or the volume up
And make noise for the women that swallow
And put hands up if you feel the music
all that matters is "The Bass and Movement"
I'll keep this brief, I wanna say peace
And be if you love the police
Now put hands up if you feel the music
Cause all that matters is "The and Movement"
So either my bluff, or turn the volume up
And make noise for the that swallow stuff
And put your hands up if you the music
Cause all matters is "The Bass and Movement"
From the top of Fiji, to the bottom of Ricci
Big ups if you my CD
Now put hands up if you feel the music
Cause all that matters is "The and Movement"