Luyện nghe bài hát The Rhythm Of Love

Im not tryna (ooh) be
Im not asking for a mystical society,
That would just be too Ooh hoe hoe hoe
And I aint dropin just another
Wits say gotta start this discourse
And if you wanna pass hey yeah this course
Facts dont rest Adam and Eve
Just the past or youll be deceived
The today today, today is to fight for equality
In actuality that means quality action action
Thats if you fancy a connection
We gotta set the table and go course
I promise you dose oh no no no
Curiositys got you going on my noise
Cause this time I spit whats stored in heart
I must be on silence
Compared to violence is just as crude
I could 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

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

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

And if he wanna bend
She wont say but give him the look on
And he will say nothing -, but repent
Dolce & Gabbana 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 stout and loud,
Hell reason to leave or deceive this boat na na na na na

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

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

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

Show the side of the coin,
Hey yeah yeah
Its fair
Come on girls, (the truth must be vocal) be vocal, be
Hey yeah yeah
She got burnt, burnt,
Cause she
she get this fake millionaire trapped trapped, trapped
But he aint got no money,
She had no clue and so blue

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

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

by: Christi Warner (2008) Afrochica Entertainment