Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Move

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

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

Hey, I'm on the grind
My mind is already up
Sippin' the wine
private jets to Jamaica

Everyday I wake up
I look up at Christ and 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 I'ma try to ya
Get disrespectful, I'ma have to for ya

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

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

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

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

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

I'ma on and make this music that we sang on
A pussy nigga always got my stank on
Hang on, you wasn't before we came on
You know you lame, homes, you do the same
Over and over again, you buy the game,

Nigga, you don't want
Zero, ziltch, nada,
That shut this through the
Now out ya candles, you do or ya don't, son

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

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

Need I remind y'all I from the bottom
But I'm for the top
And I ain't stoppin' I got 'em
me clumsy for the weight
I'm droppin' but they break
And still 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 act so hard?
I don't give a damn a broad

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

Nigga, you don't want
Zero, ziltch, nada,
That shut through the [Incomprehensible]
Now out ya candles, you do or ya don't, son

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

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

I feel high on the
I feel I lose it
talkin' through the melody
I can hear it tellin' me to

Are you ready to play?
Are you ready to play?
Nah, they ready
They don't believe me yet,
Y'all don't believe me