Luyện nghe bài hát The Bass And The Movement

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

You have stuck with the original plan: To be a little man
Should have kept it simple, the shit hit the fan
Give the kid a nipple cause he
Take the microphone his fist he doesn't know how to clutch
You wanna treat it like a
Well we can joke about take down
And let pride get hurt when I tug on your skirt
Like "Shut the fuck up! Professionals are to work."
And to the people don't feel us: Fuck em'
Don't need em', can't see em', leave em', never loved em'
Stuff em' full of dick till the rips
And let em' that's what they get for that ho shit
"Ooh my goodness, went up and flipped his style
I really heard 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 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 call my bluff or turn the volume up
And noise for the women that swallow stuff
And put your up if you feel the music
all that matters is "The Bass 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 you gotta get lost because you know your soft
Huh huh step, step, step, step, step, on
Is all you get when you try to test the Sean
You to park that bitch and get a starter kit
You might as well hire me to come write shit

At least then know who you bit
It won't hurt so much they don't like your shit
buddy in a puddle of beer
Quit in my cum and get your gum out your ear
"I heard your new song son, yo this year"
Why don't you run 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 love die!? How'd the you lose the magic?
cats is lazy, layin' down on the job
I call Musab, this playground'll get robbed
your props? Gimme that.
Your girl? that.
A three of Jimmy 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 with the
"Don't worry in good hands, I'm a good man.
Misunderstood? Nah, sick of the program."
I only speak to put(?) ammonia in the
An orphanage, I'm here to get a portion of the
So play the leach: me dry
Dot your "T's", cross eyes
And blow me
So call my bluff, or turn the volume up
And make noise for the that swallow stuff
And put your hands up if you the music
Cause all that is "The Bass and Movement"
keep this brief, I just wanna say peace
And be quiet if you love the
Now put your hands up if you the music
Cause all matters is "The Bass and Movement"
So either my bluff, or turn the volume up
And make noise for the that swallow stuff
And put your hands up if you feel the
Cause all that is "The Bass and Movement"
From the top of Fiji, to the bottom of Ricci
Big ups if you my CD
Now put your up if you feel the music
all that matters is "The Bass and Movement"