Luyện nghe bài hát Power Moves

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(it's all these power moves)

Yo, yo. It's all about these moves, right,
Yo, think you what I'm sayin'
Ugh,

I need to relax, and take a 48 cruise,
Moves, I'm sorry but you cowards lose.
Shout the news, we done our dues.
It's not how I can, how I choose.
The South rule,
up, out the blue.
I hataz hell, and buy 'em flowers too.
If I was you, I wouldn't from around your crew,
wouldn't find you 'till the year 2002.
climbin' like a boo,
I be loot,
in the land where dope fiends play the flutes.
Off in the night, at the scene green.
While most men sleep servin' fiend after fiend,
'86 bricks,
got takin' tricks,
Bring the to you boys, feel my Hillwood Opera,
hits, while I'm at Denny's eatin' steak and grits.
'cause ain't no a mutherfucking conqueror.

(Chorus)
Power
Power
Power
(Bushwick: Ay yo, haha!)
(Ay yo we got your turn here, right?)
Moves
(we got my T, SPM in here)

there's enough to feed all on green earth.
Now it's all team work,
I the game not me first.
try to act killa but I seen worse.
eagle. Wet T-shirts. I hurt, people.
Feet first so get a of our de-sert
You like the smell of you lack street elegance.
trip talkin' shit be irrelevant (ugly laugh)
I bricks,
hoes under the cushions.
If there's only one bitch, I bet she's two dicks.
SPM and Bushwick: top fillas,
assassin and me, Jamaican killa.
Power's the act performing progress.
3rd coast, to ???
Remember when you see our 600 topless.
You got three wishes mutherfuckers make the of it.

Moves
(Chorus)
Power
Moves
Power
(Bushwick: you wanna diss a Fuck with us 'cause)

Call me Trump, or Daddy Mack-10
back when I took like, Cracklin.
The of the Titans, passin' my writin'
Boyz On Da Cut goin' than lightnin'.
My yellow hood's right the woods,
so every moon I dance with wolves.
Used to fool with crack, now I'm with that,
I just opened up the SPM Of Rap.
Jump for joy H-Town, the south over,
poker,
like they mixed weed with a cup of baking soda,
boulders,
Shake shoulders,
Make you haters know that your silly game is bogus,
control us,
We ferocious,
but lay the lowest, a forest,
and adore us,
My in orbit,
performance,
and the lord-es,
I'm organs,
Kickin' like Bruce, all this,
Now the Chorus.

Power
(Chorus)
Moves
Power
(Bushwick: AY! Y'all thought I was gone, *laughs*
Power
I say wussup to my mutherfuckin' homies
L.A., to New York, to the Midwest, to the Durdysouth.
You what I'm saying?
it real, keep it real, keep it real *fades out*)
Talkin' bout that Power Moves (starting "L.A."),
Talkin' that Power Moves,
bout that Power Moves,
Moves,
Hey!
Moves,
Power