Luyện nghe bài hát The Rhythm Of Love

Im not tryna (ooh) be
Im not for a mystical civil society,
would just be too Ooh hoe hoe hoe factitious
And I aint dropin another clich
Wits say gotta start this discourse
And if you wanna pass hey yeah this course
dont rest with Adam and Eve
Just leave the past or youll be
The mission today today, today is to fight for
In actuality that means quality quality action
if you fancy a true connection
We gotta set the and go full course
I promise you dose oh no no no
got you going louse on my noise
Cause this time I spit whats stored in your
I be hinting on silence
to violence Silence is just as crude
Dude I lie but I promised to set the mood
(set the mood, set the mood. Oh-oh)

On the of love
The of love
The rhythm of
The rhythm of

When you see quiet
Hey, yeah yeah na na
It could be that deep underground
where the is bona fide
(Troubles winning an award for yeah yeah)
in correlation making promises but no action
Empty sounding smooth
like African Boys versus (yeah yeah)
Silent love portrayed in purple stains
Shes in chains, but deceived
And she believes (oh) that shes
Solitude scares her (scares her more)
And so she stays in
Making you and I (ooh na na na na) believe those are jewels of love
Dream on if you believe dream on (na na na na ooh dream on, on)

Talk shackles, (fetters they be hidden too)
wanna play (mould the clay)
See how we play our artistic on brothers
She cant find Mr.
No no no no no
But she sure knows how to him right
got the craft to make him spot on
Her game? (To put the puppet show on)

And if he doesnt bend
She wont say nothing but him the look on
And he say nothing nothing -, but repent
With Dolce & maybe Versace, Gucci,
(Truworths if local),
come on girls yeah, yeah, yeah ye ye ye the must be vocal

If he aint got the loot, some will do
And when stout and loud,
Hell have reason to leave or deceive boat na na na na na

See I got for thought,
Im a word
Lord, let this soul sister spill some
Let me it, let me, let me, le me, le me, le me spill it

The rhythm, the rhythm, the rhythm of
The of love
Name ooh, ooh, na na and papers
life a game of traps
Penda knows hes is lame lame, lame
but seeks his fame. Hes for clubbin,
Hes got his on. Stay clear cause
the plan is to dunk girls,
He some bills now
hes revolutionized Fellies for
Hes the star in his own video,
Jacob the asleep on his arm
Been off duty he nicked it off some tourist
It is big enough to charm,
no one will na na na na na na ooh the batterys on strike

Ooh, hes not sad, check out his
on platinum. Enough to make
the girls go
See how brothers be trappin you
Youre hooked a fly to a piece of stake
Oh, Shes going on a She think its fate
And so shes Hes gone out the gate
He aint back, his heart is black
The game is on; hes got another fool for
another bun in the oven
Will she sue? the use,
he aint got no money
ooh, na na na na na na
She had no clue. And so blue.
Oh, now shes

the other side of the coin,
Hey yeah yeah
Its only
Come on girls, (the truth must be vocal) be vocal, be
Hey yeah yeah
She got burnt, burnt,
she thought
she could get this fake millionaire trapped trapped,
But he aint got no money,
She had no and shes so blue

See I got for thought,
Im a kleptomaniac
A brainy act that knows to stop
Might just find on the
wrong of the sword
Lord, lord, save me save me! if this precision a riot,
a riot, a riot, a riot, Amen.

Rhythm of, rhythm of,
Rhythm of, rhythm of,
You it,
You this rhythm
You it

Written by: Christi Warner (2008) Entertainment