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 just another clich
Wits say gotta start this discourse
And if you wanna pass hey yeah this course
Facts dont with Adam and Eve
Just leave the past or youll be
The mission today today, today is to fight for
In actuality that means action quality action
if you fancy a true connection
We gotta set the and go full course
I promise you wont oh no no no
Curiositys got you going louse on my
Cause this I spit whats stored in your heart
I must be on silence
Compared to Silence is just as crude
Dude I could lie but I to set the mood
(set the mood, set the mood. Oh-oh)

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

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

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

And if he doesnt wanna
She wont say nothing but give him the on
And he will say nothing -, but repent
With & Gabbana maybe Versace, Gucci,
(Truworths if local),
come on girls yeah, yeah, yeah ye ye ye the truth must be

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

See I got for thought,
Im a kleptomaniac
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
make life a game of
Penda knows hes game is lame lame,
but seeks his fame. Hes for clubbin,
Hes got his gear on. Stay cause
the plan is to dunk girls,
He some bills now
hes revolutionized for Timbos
Hes the star in his own video,
Jacob the jewellers on his arm
Been off since he nicked it off some tourist
It sure is big to charm,
no one notice 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 like a fly to a piece of
Oh, Shes on a date She think its fate
And so shes Hes gone out the gate
He aint coming back, his is black
The game is on; hes got another for lovin
another bun in the oven
Will she Whats the use,
he aint got no money
ooh, na na na na na na
She had no clue. And so blue.
Oh, now blue

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 trapped trapped, trapped
But he aint got no money,
She had no clue and shes so

See I got for thought,
Im a kleptomaniac
A brainy act knows when to stop
Might just myself 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 know rhythm
You it

Written by: Warner (2008) Afrochica Entertainment