Luyện nghe bài hát The Bass And The Movement

And we know how to make some
And the music supposed to stand still
And little bit of, you little bits of Negro?
Into the music isn't
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
Give the kid a cause he sucks
the microphone from his fist he doesn't know how to clutch
You wanna treat it a playground?
Well we can about your take down
And let your pride get when I tug on your skirt
Like "Shut the fuck up! Professionals are 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' of dick till the hole rips
And let em' know that's they get for that ho shit
"Ooh my goodness, Slug up and flipped his style
I haven't heard a mac like this in a while"
Bullshit! Still broke and I still the smile
Go ahead and download my to a file
Yo, you heard Slug sing his songs about
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 for as long as I'm exhorted
You either call my bluff or turn the up
And noise for the women that swallow stuff
And put your hands up if you feel the
Cause all that matters is "The and the Movement"

I a friend 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 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 bitch and get a starter kit
You might as well hire me to come write shit

At least then nobody'll who you bit
It won't so much when 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 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 a face full of phallice
Color me callused on a retribution
How'd the die!? How'd the hell you lose the magic?
These cats is lazy, layin' on the job
I call Musab, this playground'll get robbed
Those props? Gimme that.
Your Gimme that.
A three 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 play with the
"Don't worry in good hands, I'm a good man.
Misunderstood? Nah, just of the program."
I only speak to put(?) in the bleach
An orphanage, I'm here to get a of the piece
So the leach: Suck me dry
Dot "T's", cross your eyes
And me counterclockwise
So 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 matters is "The Bass and Movement"
I'll keep this brief, I wanna say peace
And be quiet if you love the
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 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
all that matters is "The Bass and Movement"