Luyện nghe bài hát Your Move

You got to groove, freeze, still, move
You got to groove, freeze, still, move
You got to groove, freeze, stand still,
You got to groove, freeze, stand still,

Huffin' and puffin', this is bumpin'
on how we crushin' and snuffin'
The one's that bluffin', it's nothin' and while lunchin'
We to get you, up in the club

And we you wantin' and dubbin'
Dig it somethin' you puffin' on
Fill it up in your stomach to your astonishment, on a
The marvelous, star venous, verbal novelist, killin' 'em
Offin' them, often they in a we drillin' them, taunt 'em

All in the tournament, in the bottomless pit
Pardon me but this art is like the rockets parkin'
All on yo' gardens and lawns just like potholes, stompin'
Up on a mission of dominance, flawless, so obvious
Callin' y'all to the ball to get off the wall, yes

'Cause you got to groove, freeze, stand still,
You got to groove, freeze, still, move
You got to groove, freeze, still, move
You got to groove, freeze, stand still,

I've been to Africa, Brazil, across the America's
Canada, France, Italy, Copenhagen,
Everywhere, every time, every audience, mass
Some rappers make good but live they are a failiya

Mailin' your area, special delivery
Tearin' the various barriers, till everyone's
you're heavy or Libra, or Aries, or Lebanese
Vegetarian, Ebony, Ivory, or ninety three

I don't if you're arrogant or inherit inheritance
From yo' parent and did didn't share it with ne'er nigga
if you dare, to get yo' hands in the air
It's a form, Maryll shake her derriere wit' cha

Bear witness to snare that tear and rip
Through the speaker woofers that pummel into the air
Hit cha, it's wit' cha, yo' cares lifted, don't stare driftin'
The air's slightly, so come into the lair, get some

Party people, you are now being by the sounds
Of Chief Xcel and of Gab, Blackalicious
We're to take you higher, y'all
And I everybody from side, to side in the front and the back
Everybody in the buildin', make noise

Jumpin', and movin', and dancin', and sweatin', and
And grindin', and bobbin', and weavin', we takin' you yo' mind
And the science applyin' this, high in the sky in pilots
Flyin' this, dilate iris, mics, the fire is bright, retire

I'm sire you're squire and straits
Admirin' higher intelligence, science
I elect myself Viace Prez, belt
that lie to get by
And get fried and left by self scientists

Thrive when this guy is lit, try and spit fire with my
I invent sciences, try the best with no effects
Buy a or be lyin' in rest, tryin' to test
The eyes in the eyes of the lion with iron tiger fists

You got to groove, freeze, stand still,
You got to groove, freeze, stand still,
You got to groove, freeze, stand still,
You got to groove, freeze, stand still,