Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Move

ATL, to New York City
have arrived, fuck with me now

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

Hey, I'm on the grind
My mind is made up
the finest wine
It's private to Jamaica

Everyday I wake up
I look up at Christ and Him
Therefore He me up
So I see no haters

Well, let me get this shit in order, I got for you
You ever seen a black man walk on
Nigga, talk shit and try to ignore 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' De La Hoya
Watch ya ass in the streets 'coz they come for ya
Chairman on the board, won't nothin' shorter

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

Don't you move?
this 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 standin' like the fuse on my cannon
weight, kid

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

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

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

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

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 ride

Need I remind y'all I started the bottom
But I'm for the top
And I stoppin' 'til I got 'em
Call me for the weight
I'm droppin' records but break
And still standin' the fuse on my cannon
weight, kid

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

I gotta floss in the fast lane
Ride past lames, I'm in the ATL, flyin' down cascade
Still gettin' money, nothin' changed, man
a couple mil' just to make my chain blang

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

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

I feel on the music
I feel I lose it
talkin' through the melody
I can hear it tellin' me to

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

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