Luyện nghe bài hát Power Moves

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(it's all about these moves)

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

I to relax, and take a 48 hour 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 done rule,
up, out the blue.
I hataz hell, and buy 'em flowers too.
If I was you, I wouldn't leave around your crew,
they find you 'till the year 2002.
like a mountain boo,
I be loot,
in the land where dope fiends play the flutes.
Off in the night, at the scene green.
While men sleep we're servin' fiend after fiend,
'86 bricks,
got hoes tricks,
Bring the noise to you boys, my Hillwood Opera,
makin' hits, while I'm at eatin' steak and grits.
'cause ain't no stoppin' a conqueror.

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

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

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

Call me Trump, or Daddy Mack-10
back when I took like, Cracklin.
The clash of the Titans, my writin'
Boyz On Da Cut goin' than lightnin'.
My yellow hood's past the woods,
so every full I dance with wolves.
Used to fool with crack, now I'm through that,
I just opened up the SPM Of Rap.
Jump for joy H-Town, the south over,
poker,
like when they mixed weed with a cup of soda,
boulders,
Shake shoulders,
Make you haters know this that your game is bogus,
Can't 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.

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