Luyện nghe bài hát The Bass And The Movement

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

You should have with the original plan: To be a little man
Should have kept it simple, the shit hit the fan
Give the kid a nipple he sucks
Take the from his fist he doesn't know how to clutch
You wanna it like a playground?
we can joke about your take down
And let your pride get hurt when I tug on your
"Shut the fuck up! Professionals 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' full of dick the hole rips
And let em' know what they get for that ho shit
"Ooh my goodness, Slug went up and flipped his
I haven't really a mac like this in a while"
Bullshit! Still and I still fake the smile
Go and download my dick to a file
Yo, you heard Slug sing his songs women
Like he must be a weak link, I know I can fuck em'
For those who ride, come on, climb aboard
I'ma be an asshole for as as I'm exhorted
You either my bluff or turn the volume up
And noise for the women that swallow stuff
And put your hands up if you the music
Cause all that matters is "The and the Movement"

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

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

At least then nobody'll who you bit
It won't hurt so much when they don't like your
Silly buddy in a of beer
Quit in my cum and get your gum out your ear
"I heard your new son, yo this your year"
Why don't you run along and your girl to bring it here
You got no balance, combined no talent
Disgraceful, you can catch a face full of
me callused on a retribution tangent
How'd the love die!? the hell you lose the magic?
cats is lazy, layin' down on the job
I Musab, this whole playground'll get robbed
Those your props? that.
Your Gimme that.
A three of Jimmy hats
I show you who the skinny
You can keep the change. Hit me when you're stable
If she give good brains she can play the halo
"Don't worry you're in good hands, I'm a man.
Misunderstood? Nah, sick of the program."
I speak to put(?) ammonia in the bleach
An orphanage, I'm here to get a of the piece
So the leach: Suck me dry
Dot your "T's", your eyes
And me counterclockwise
So either call my bluff, or turn the up
And make noise for the that swallow stuff
And put your up if you feel the music
Cause all matters is "The Bass and Movement"
I'll keep brief, I just wanna say peace
And be quiet if you love the
Now put hands up if you feel the music
all that matters is "The Bass and Movement"
So call my bluff, or turn the volume up
And make noise for the women that swallow
And put your up if you feel the music
Cause all that is "The Bass and Movement"
From the top of Fiji, to the of Christina Ricci
Big ups if you my CD
Now put your hands up if you the music
Cause all that matters is "The and Movement"