Luyện nghe bài hát The Rhythm Of Love

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

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

When you see quiet
Hey, yeah yeah na na
It could be that deep underground
where the sound is fide
(Troubles winning an award for destruction yeah)
in correlation making promises but no action
Empty words smooth
like Boys versus (yeah yeah yeah)
Silent portrayed in purple blue stains
in chains, but shes deceived
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 of love
Dream on if you believe on (na na na na ooh dream on, dream on)

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

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

If he aint got the loot, chocolate will do
And shes 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 rhythm of
The of love
Name ooh, ooh, na na and papers
make a game of traps
Penda knows hes game is lame, lame
but seeks his fame. Hes for clubbin,
Hes got his gear on. Stay clear
the plan is to some girls,
He some bills now
hes revolutionized for Timbos
Hes the star in his own video,
the jewellers asleep on his arm
Been off duty since he nicked it off 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
on platinum. Enough to make
the go frozen
See how brothers be trappin you
Youre hooked a fly to a piece of stake
Oh, Shes going on a date She think its
And so shes late Hes out the gate
He coming back, his heart is black
The game is on; hes got fool for lovin
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 shes

Show the other of the coin,
Hey yeah yeah
Its only
Come on girls, (the truth be vocal) be vocal, be vocal
Hey yeah yeah
She got burnt, burnt,
she thought
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 word
A brainy act that knows to stop
Might find myself on the
wrong side of the
Lord, lord, save me save me! if this precision a riot,
a riot, a riot, a riot, Amen.

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

by: Christi Warner (2008) Afrochica Entertainment