Luyện nghe bài hát The Bass And The Movement

And we know how to make some
And the music ain't to stand still
And bit of, you know little 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 have it simple, before the shit hit the fan
the kid a nipple cause he sucks
Take the microphone from his fist he know how to clutch
You treat it like a playground?
Well we can joke your take down
And let your pride get hurt when I tug on your
Like "Shut the up! Professionals are tryin' to work."
And to the that don't feel us: Fuck em'
Don't need em', can't see em', 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 his style
I haven't 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 about
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 for as long as I'm exhorted
You call my bluff or turn the volume up
And noise for the women that swallow stuff
And put your hands up if you the music
Cause all that matters is "The and the Movement"

I have a friend here who needs to put the 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 know your
Huh huh step, step, step, step, step, on
Is all you gunna get when you try to test the
You need to park that bitch and get a kit
You might as well hire me to come write your

At then nobody'll know who you bit
It won't hurt so much when they don't like your
Silly in a puddle of beer
Quit in my cum and get your gum out your ear
"I heard new song son, yo this your year"
Why don't you run along and tell your girl to it here
You got no balance, combined no talent
Disgraceful, you can a face full of phallice
Color me on a retribution tangent
How'd the love die!? the hell you lose the magic?
These cats is lazy, layin' on the job
I call Musab, this playground'll get robbed
Those your props? that.
girl? Gimme that.
A pack of Jimmy hats
I show you who the mack
You can keep the change. Hit me back when stable
If she give good brains she can with the halo
"Don't you're in good hands, I'm a good man.
Misunderstood? Nah, just of the program."
I only to put(?) ammonia in the bleach
An orphanage, I'm here to get a of the piece
So play the Suck me dry
Dot your "T's", cross eyes
And me counterclockwise
So either call my bluff, or the volume up
And make noise for the that swallow stuff
And put your hands up if you feel the
Cause all matters is "The Bass and Movement"
I'll keep brief, I just wanna say peace
And be quiet if you the police
Now put hands up if you feel the music
all that matters is "The Bass and Movement"
So either call my bluff, or the volume up
And make noise for the women swallow 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 bottom of Ricci
Big ups if you my CD
Now put your hands up if you feel the
Cause all matters is "The Bass and Movement"