Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Move

ATL, Georgia to New City
Kings arrived, fuck with me now

Let's rock, let's rock, don't stop, let's
Let's rock, rock, don't stop, let's rock
Let's rock, let's rock, stop, let's rock
Let's rock, rock, don't stop, let's rock

Hey, I'm on the grind
My mind is made up
Sippin' the wine
It's jets to Jamaica

that I wake up
I look up at and thank Him
Therefore He me up
So I see no haters

Well, let me get this in order, I got somethin' for you
You ever a black man walk on water?
Nigga, talk shit and try to ignore ya
Get disrespectful, have to come for ya

But it gangsta wit me, now don't go get ya lawyer
'Coz my combo quick and comin' like De La Hoya
Watch ya ass in the streets 'coz they come for ya
on the board, won't accept nothin' shorter

Don't you move?
Don't this make you groove?
Let the get to you
And let us get you high on music, on
Come the fride

you wanna move?
Don't this you wanna groove?
Let the get to you
And let us get you high on music, on
Come enjoy the

Need I remind y'all I started the bottom
But I'm for the top
And I ain't 'til I got 'em
me clumsy for the weight
I'm droppin' records but break
And standin' like the fuse on my cannon
weight, kid

Top shelf, you gotta reach to be the best
I'm Hennessey and coke, XO and nothin' less
I'm the nigga, the B I G, I you know the rest
Suppose I was to told ya no, I ain't rest

I'ma bang on and make this that we sang on
A skunk nigga always got my stank on
Hang on, you wasn't shit we came on
You know you lame, homes, you do the song
and over again, you buy the game, homes

Nigga, you don't none
Zero, ziltch, nada,
That this through the [Incomprehensible]
Now out ya candles, you do or ya don't, son

Don't you move?
this make you wanna groove?
Let the get to you
And let us get you on music, on music
Come enjoy the

Don't you wanna
Don't this you wanna groove?
Let the get to you
And let us get you on music, on music
enjoy the ride

Need I remind y'all I started the bottom
But I'm for the top
And I ain't stoppin' I got 'em
Call me clumsy for the
I'm droppin' records but they
And standin' like the fuse on my cannon
weight, kid

Here we go back again, makin' the go
Bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump up in ya so hard
Why do niggas act so
I don't give a damn about a

I gotta floss in the fast lane
right past lames, I'm in the ATL, flyin' down cascade
Still gettin' money, ain't changed, man
Spent a couple mil' to make my chain blang

Nigga, you want none
Zero, ziltch, nada,
shut this through the [Incomprehensible]
Now out ya candles, you do or ya don't, son

Don't you move?
this make you wanna groove?
Let the get to you
And let us get you high on music, on
Come the ride

I feel on the music
I feel I might it
It's talkin' through the
I can it tellin' me to move

I feel high on the
I feel I might it
It's through the melody
I can hear it me to move

Are you ready to press
Are you ready to press
Nah, they ready
don't believe me yet, baby
Y'all don't believe me