Luyện nghe bài hát The Bass And The Movement

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

You should have stuck with the original plan: To be a man
have kept it simple, before the shit hit the fan
Give the kid a nipple cause he
the microphone 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 skirt
Like "Shut the fuck up! are tryin' to work."
And to the people that feel us: Fuck em'
Don't need em', see em', never leave em', never loved em'
Stuff em' full of dick till the rips
And let em' know that's they get for that ho shit
"Ooh my goodness, went up and flipped his style
I haven't really heard a mac this in a while"
Bullshit! Still broke and I fake the smile
Go ahead and download my dick to a
Yo, you heard Slug sing his songs women
he must be a weak link, I know I can fuck with em'
For those who ride, come on, climb aboard
I'ma be an asshole for as as I'm exhorted
You either call my or turn the volume up
And make noise for the women that swallow
And put your hands up if you the music
Cause all that matters is "The and the Movement"

I have a friend here who 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 because you know your soft
Huh huh step, step, step, step, step, on
Is all you gunna get when you try to the Sean
You need to park that bitch and get a kit
You might as hire me to come write your shit

At least nobody'll know who you bit
It won't hurt so much they don't like your shit
Silly buddy in a of beer
Quit steppin' in my cum and get gum out your ear
"I heard your new son, yo this your year"
Why don't you run along and tell your girl to bring it
You got no balance, with no talent
Disgraceful, you can catch a face of phallice
Color me callused on a tangent
How'd the die!? How'd the hell you lose the magic?
cats is lazy, layin' down on the job
I call Musab, this playground'll get robbed
Those props? Gimme that.
Your Gimme that.
A three of Jimmy hats
I you who the skinny mack
You can keep the change. Hit me back when stable
If she give good brains she can with 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 play the Suck me dry
Dot "T's", cross your eyes
And blow me
So call my bluff, or turn the volume up
And make noise for the women that swallow
And put your hands up if you feel the
Cause all that matters is "The and Movement"
I'll this brief, I just wanna say peace
And be quiet if you love the
Now put your hands up if you feel the
Cause all that is "The Bass and Movement"
So either my bluff, or turn the volume up
And make noise for the women that stuff
And put your up if you feel the music
all that matters is "The Bass and Movement"
From the top of Fiji, to the bottom of Ricci
Big ups if you my CD
Now put your hands up if you the music
Cause all that is "The Bass and Movement"