Luyện nghe bài hát The Bass And The Movement

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

You should have stuck the original plan: 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 his fist he doesn't know how to clutch
You wanna treat it a playground?
Well we can joke about your down
And let pride get hurt when I tug on your skirt
"Shut the fuck up! Professionals are tryin' to work."
And to the people that don't 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' that's what they get for that ho shit
"Ooh my goodness, Slug went up and flipped his
I haven't really a mac like this in a while"
Bullshit! Still and I still fake the smile
Go and download my dick to a file
Yo, you Slug sing his songs about women
he must 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 long as I'm
You call my bluff or turn the volume up
And make noise for the women that swallow
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 could put the brakes on time, he'd be
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 the Sean
You need to park that and get a starter kit
You as well hire me to come write your shit

At least then know who you bit
It won't so much when they don't like your shit
Silly buddy in a puddle of
steppin' in my cum and get your gum out your ear
"I heard your new song son, yo this year"
Why don't you run along and tell your girl to it here
You got no balance, combined with no
Disgraceful, you can catch a full of phallice
Color me callused on a retribution
the love 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 when stable
If she give good she can play with the halo
"Don't you're in good hands, I'm a good man.
Nah, just 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 Suck me dry
Dot "T's", cross your eyes
And me counterclockwise
So call my bluff, or turn the volume up
And make for the women that swallow stuff
And put your up if you feel the music
all that matters is "The Bass and Movement"
I'll keep this brief, I just wanna say
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 women that swallow
And put your up if you feel the music
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 hands up if you the music
Cause all matters is "The Bass and Movement"