Luyện nghe bài hát The Rhythm Of Love

Im not tryna (ooh) be
Im not for a mystical civil society,
That just be too Ooh hoe hoe hoe factitious
And I aint dropin just another
Wits say someones gotta start this
And if you wanna pass hey yeah this course
Facts dont rest with and Eve
leave the past or youll be deceived
The mission today today, today is to fight for
In that means quality action quality action
Thats if you fancy a true
We gotta set the table and go full
I promise you wont oh no no no
Curiositys got you going louse on my
Cause this time I whats stored in your heart
I be hinting on silence
Compared to 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 rhythm of
The of love
The of love
The rhythm of

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

about shackles, (fetters they be hidden too)
Sisters play (mould the clay)
See how we play our artistic flavour on
She find Mr. Right
No no no no no
But she sure knows how to him right
Shes got the craft to him spot on
Her favourite game? (To put the puppet on)

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

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

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

The rhythm, the rhythm, the of love
The of love
Name brands ooh, ooh, na na and
life a game of traps
Penda knows hes game is lame, lame
but his fame. Hes ready for clubbin,
Hes got his gear on. Stay clear
the is to dunk some girls,
He made bills now
hes Fellies for Timbos
Hes the star in his own video,
Jacob the jewellers on his arm
off duty since he nicked it off some tourist
It sure is big to charm,
no one will na na na na na na ooh the batterys on strike

Ooh, hes not sad, out his mouths
going on platinum. to make
the go frozen
See how brothers be trappin you
Youre hooked like a fly to a of stake
Oh, Shes going on a She think its fate
And so late Hes gone out the gate
He aint coming back, his is black
The game is on; hes got another for lovin
Maybe bun in the oven
she sue? Whats 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 fair
on girls, (the truth must be vocal) be vocal, be vocal
Hey yeah yeah
She got burnt, burnt,
Cause she
she could get this fake millionaire trapped trapped,
But he aint got no money,
She had no clue and so blue

See I got for thought,
Im a kleptomaniac
A brainy act knows when to stop
Might find myself on the
wrong side of the
Lord, lord, save me save me! if precision causes a riot,
a riot, a riot, a riot, Amen.

Rhythm of, of, love
Rhythm of, of, love
You it,
You know rhythm
You it

Written by: Christi Warner (2008) Afrochica