Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Move

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

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

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

Everyday that I up
I up at Christ and thank Him
He lifteths me up
So I don't see no

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Don't you move?
Don't make 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
Call me clumsy for the
I'm droppin' records but break
And still standin' the fuse on my cannon
weight, kid

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

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

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

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

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

I feel on the music
I feel I might it
It's talkin' the melody
I can hear it tellin' me to

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