Luyện nghe bài hát The Bass And The Movement

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

You should have stuck the original plan: To be a little man
Should have kept it simple, before the hit the fan
Give the kid a nipple cause he
Take the microphone from his fist he know how to clutch
You wanna treat it like a
Well we can joke about your down
And let your pride get when I tug on your skirt
Like "Shut the up! Professionals are tryin' to work."
And to the people don't feel us: Fuck em'
need em', can't see em', never leave em', never loved em'
Stuff em' full of dick the hole rips
And let em' that's what they get for that ho shit
"Ooh my goodness, Slug went up and his style
I haven't really heard a mac like in a while"
Bullshit! broke and I still fake the smile
Go ahead and my dick to a file
Yo, you heard Slug his songs about women
Like he be a weak link, I know I can fuck with em'
For those who wanna ride, come on, 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 swallow stuff
And put hands up if you feel the music
Cause all that matters is "The and the Movement"

I have a friend here who needs to put the 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 because you know your
Huh huh step, step, step, step, step, on
Is all you gunna get when you try to test the
You need to that bitch and get a starter kit
You might as well hire me to come your shit

At least nobody'll know who you bit
It won't hurt so much when they don't like shit
Silly buddy in a of beer
steppin' in my cum and get your gum out your ear
"I your new song son, yo this your year"
Why you run along and tell your girl to bring it here
You got no balance, with no talent
Disgraceful, you can a face full of phallice
Color me on a retribution tangent
How'd the love die!? the hell you lose the magic?
These cats is lazy, down on the job
I call Musab, whole playground'll get robbed
Those props? Gimme that.
Your girl? that.
A three pack of hats
I you who the skinny mack
You can keep the change. Hit me back when you're
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 only speak to put(?) in the bleach
An orphanage, I'm to get a portion of the piece
So play the Suck me dry
Dot your "T's", your eyes
And me counterclockwise
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 quiet if you the police
Now put hands up if you feel the music
Cause all that matters is "The and Movement"
So either call my bluff, or turn the 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 Christina
Big ups if you my CD
Now put your hands up if you the music
Cause all that matters is "The and Movement"