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 little bits of Negro?
Into the isn't enough
is all consuming, let me tell you...

You should have stuck with the original To be a little man
Should have kept it simple, before the hit the fan
Give the kid a nipple he sucks
Take the microphone from his fist he know how to clutch
You wanna treat it like a
Well we can joke about take down
And let your get hurt when I tug on your skirt
Like "Shut the fuck up! are tryin' to work."
And to the that don't feel us: Fuck em'
Don't need em', can't see em', never em', never loved em'
Stuff em' of dick till the hole rips
And let em' know that's what they get for ho shit
"Ooh my goodness, went up and flipped his style
I really heard a mac like this in a while"
Bullshit! Still and I still fake the smile
Go ahead and my dick to a file
Yo, you heard Slug sing his songs women
Like he must be a weak link, I know I can fuck em'
For those who wanna ride, come on, aboard
I'ma be an asshole for as as I'm exhorted
You either call my or turn the volume up
And make for the women that swallow stuff
And put your up if you feel the music
Cause all that is "The Bass and the Movement"

I have a here who needs 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 you know your soft
Huh huh step, step, step, step, step, on
Is all you get when you try to test the Sean
You need to that bitch and get a starter kit
You as well hire me to come write your shit

At least then nobody'll who you bit
It won't hurt so much when they don't your shit
Silly buddy in a 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 to bring it here
You got no balance, combined with no
Disgraceful, you can catch a face full of
Color me callused on a tangent
How'd the love die!? How'd the hell you lose the
These is lazy, layin' down on the job
I call Musab, whole playground'll get robbed
your props? Gimme that.
Your Gimme that.
A three pack of hats
I you who the skinny mack
You can keep the change. Hit me back when stable
If she give good brains she can with the halo
"Don't worry in good hands, I'm a good man.
Misunderstood? Nah, sick of the program."
I only speak to put(?) 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 your
And blow me
So 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 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
Cause all matters is "The Bass and Movement"
So either call my bluff, or the volume up
And make for the women that swallow stuff
And put your hands up if you 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 hands up if you feel the music
Cause all that matters is "The and Movement"