Luyện nghe bài hát Chanel No. Fever

Hah, yeah, take you on a rise
Take you back to the
Take us back to the fever, y'all please, y'all

It's in the back y'all, it's on the wall
in your head but it's not the fever
It's in the back y'all, it's on the y'all
It's in your head but not the fever

Now the B-I double L bill
We bill the par placing flags on terrains
Now I said it was so snatch the world back from Wayne
We did, universally the lid

Now these ladies love how we
Got 'em caught, shit, you know looking so fly
That the dog that spiderweb you're up aliasing here
Sucker cats try to steer near this

Wish you could it this way
Compliments of Wonder Y and my David J
So the do, re, mi, fa, sol, la
Many reach to devour the stage, put the out the venue

Ah, shut up in your no need to continue
I've been there, that, received it, won that
Yo stunned that, that's how you like To Sun
Keep my shit in harvest like Farmer John grows
Hops, you'll the whole ceiling to tops
I saw the empire, set your to fire

Bim blam set a flame to fanny
Davis the like Davis the Sammy
A Grammy, my is to earn for a little age
time, next rhyme, next phase

It's in the back y'all, on the wall y'all
in your head but it's not the fever
It's in the back y'all, it's on the y'all
It's in your head but not the fever

Now put your on your hip
(Now put your hand on hip)
And let your slip
(And let your slide)
Now put your hand up on hip
(Now put your up on your hip)
And let your slip for the fever

Hey, and gents reintroducing to you
Shootin' like hot asses at the sip of bean stew
Super fat the visitor zoo
Peace to my niggas and my man Tofu, I fell in love

I'm through that man do
Get some ass on the side so my love can shine
a cigar with crew, lean back and let it soak
Your holdin' on to my dollar smoke man

It was Mase who laced the beat from up out the
Leaving brothers hypnotized like Fonsworth
But I'm hip but no tized than that, to the break of dawn
Dada, wonder why it's hotter hot

Why not knee, my Steve got niggas on the
They to join the click
I hope that ass get a record so they can feel what I feel
To overstand that ring ring, how you do is

You must be Italy 'cause all you do is roam
to microphone, lookin' for home
I write a poem to make the publicists the prone cop
on stage so I don't need a spotlight

Should be tight Tupperwear, supperwear, drawers of socks
Sippin' on gray pot yo scratch the chops
'Cause here drops
goin' up, up, up

It's in the back y'all, on the wall y'all
It's in head but it's not the fever
It's in the back y'all, it's on the wall
in your head but it's not the fever

It's in the back y'all, it's on the y'all
It's in your head but not the fever
It's in the back y'all, it's on the y'all
It's in head but it's not the fever

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