Luyện nghe bài hát The Bass And The Movement

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

You should have stuck with the original To be a little man
have kept it simple, before the shit hit the fan
Give the kid a nipple he sucks
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 fuck up! are tryin' to work."
And to the people that feel us: Fuck em'
Don't need em', can't see em', never em', never loved em'
em' full of dick till the hole 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 a mac like this in a while"
Bullshit! broke and I still fake the smile
Go ahead and my dick to a file
Yo, you heard sing his songs about women
Like he must be a 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 bluff or the volume up
And make noise for the that swallow stuff
And put your 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 brakes on. getting old.
And if he could put the brakes on time, be coo'
The brakes...the brakes...the brakes...the brakes...

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

At least nobody'll know who you bit
It won't hurt so much when they don't your shit
buddy in a puddle of beer
Quit steppin' in my cum and get gum out your ear
"I heard your new song son, yo this 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 callused on a tangent
How'd the die!? How'd the hell you lose the magic?
These cats is lazy, layin' on the job
I call Musab, this whole playground'll get
Those your props? that.
Your Gimme that.
A pack of Jimmy hats
I you who the skinny mack
You can keep the change. Hit me back you're stable
If she good brains she can play with the halo
"Don't worry you're in good hands, I'm a man.
Misunderstood? Nah, just of the program."
I only speak to put(?) in the bleach
An orphanage, I'm here to get a portion of the
So the leach: Suck me dry
Dot your "T's", cross eyes
And blow me
So either call my bluff, or the volume up
And make noise for the women that swallow
And put your up if you feel the music
Cause all that matters is "The and Movement"
I'll this brief, I just 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 women that stuff
And put hands up if you feel the music
Cause all that matters is "The 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 feel the
Cause all matters is "The Bass and Movement"