Luyện nghe bài hát The Bass And The Movement

And we know how to some music
And the music ain't supposed to stand
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
Should have kept it simple, before the hit the fan
Give the kid a nipple cause he
Take the microphone from his he doesn't know how to clutch
You wanna treat it a playground?
Well we can joke 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 feel us: em'
Don't need em', can't see em', leave em', never loved em'
Stuff em' full of dick till the 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 really heard a mac like in a while"
Bullshit! Still broke and I still the smile
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 who wanna ride, come on, climb aboard
be an asshole 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 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. getting old.
And if he could put the brakes on time, 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 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 write your shit

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