Luyện nghe bài hát The Bass And The Movement

And we know how to make music
And the music supposed to stand still
And bit of, you know little bits 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
Should kept it simple, before the shit hit the fan
the kid a nipple cause he sucks
Take the from his fist he doesn't know how to clutch
You wanna treat it a playground?
Well we can joke about your 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 feel us: Fuck em'
Don't em', can't see em', never leave em', never loved em'
Stuff em' full of till the hole rips
And let em' know that's what get for that ho shit
"Ooh my goodness, Slug up and flipped his style
I haven't really a mac like this in a while"
Bullshit! Still and I still fake the smile
Go ahead and download my to a file
Yo, you Slug sing his songs about women
Like he must be a link, I know I can fuck with em'
For who wanna ride, come on, climb aboard
I'ma be an asshole for as long as I'm
You either call my bluff or turn the up
And make noise for the that swallow stuff
And put hands up if you feel the music
Cause all that is "The Bass and the Movement"

I have a friend here who to put the brakes on. He's getting old.
And if he put the brakes 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 your soft
Huh huh step, step, step, step, step, on
Is all you gunna get you try to test the Sean
You to park that bitch and get a starter kit
You as well hire me to come write your shit

At least nobody'll know who you bit
It won't hurt so much when they don't like your
Silly buddy in a puddle of
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 your to bring it here
You got no balance, combined no talent
Disgraceful, you can catch a face full of
Color me callused on a tangent
How'd the love die!? the hell you lose the magic?
These is lazy, layin' down on the job
I call Musab, whole playground'll get robbed
Those your Gimme that.
Your girl? that.
A three of Jimmy hats
I show you who the skinny
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 speak to put(?) ammonia in the bleach
An orphanage, I'm to get a portion of the piece
So play the Suck me dry
Dot your "T's", cross eyes
And blow me
So either call my bluff, or turn the up
And make noise for the women swallow stuff
And put your up if you feel the music
Cause all that matters is "The and Movement"
I'll keep this brief, I wanna say peace
And be quiet if you love the
Now put your up if you feel the music
Cause all matters is "The Bass and Movement"
So either call my bluff, or the volume up
And make noise for the women that stuff
And put your hands up if you feel the
Cause all that matters is "The and Movement"
From the top of Fiji, to the of Christina Ricci
Big ups if you my CD
Now put your up if you feel the music
Cause all matters is "The Bass and Movement"