Luyện nghe bài hát The Bass And The Movement

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

You should stuck with the original plan: To be a little man
Should kept it simple, before the shit hit the fan
Give the kid a nipple he sucks
Take the microphone his fist he doesn't know how to clutch
You wanna treat it like a
Well we can joke about your take
And let pride get hurt when I tug on your skirt
Like "Shut the fuck up! Professionals are to work."
And to the people that don't feel us: em'
Don't 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 up and flipped his style
I haven't really a mac like this in a while"
Bullshit! Still broke and I still fake the
Go ahead and my dick to a file
Yo, you heard Slug sing his songs women
Like he must be a link, I know I can fuck with em'
For those who ride, come on, climb aboard
I'ma be an for as long as I'm exhorted
You either my bluff or turn the volume up
And noise for the women that 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 brakes on. He's 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 know soft
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 write your

At least nobody'll know who you bit
It won't hurt so much when they like 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 don't you run and tell your girl to bring it here
You got no balance, combined no talent
Disgraceful, you can catch a face of phallice
me callused on a retribution tangent
How'd the love die!? How'd the hell you lose the
These cats is lazy, down on the job
I call Musab, this whole playground'll get
Those your Gimme that.
Your Gimme that.
A three pack of Jimmy
I show you who the skinny
You can keep the change. Hit me back you're stable
If she give good she can play with the halo
"Don't you're in good hands, I'm a good man.
Misunderstood? Nah, just of the program."
I only speak to put(?) ammonia in the
An orphanage, I'm to get a portion of the piece
So play the Suck me dry
Dot your "T's", cross your
And me counterclockwise
So either call my bluff, or the volume up
And make for the women that swallow stuff
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 my bluff, or turn the volume up
And make noise for the that swallow stuff
And put hands up if you feel the music
Cause all 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 up if you feel the music
all that matters is "The Bass and Movement"