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

Hey, forever I'm on the
My is already made up
Sippin' the finest
It's jets to Jamaica

Everyday that I up
I look up at Christ and Him
He lifteths me up
So I don't see no

Well, let me get this shit in order, I got for you
You ever seen a black man walk on
Nigga, talk and I'ma try to ignore ya
Get disrespectful, I'ma to come for ya

But keep it gangsta wit me, now don't go get ya
'Coz my combo quick and they comin' like De La
ya ass in the streets 'coz they will come for ya
Chairman on the board, won't accept shorter

Don't you wanna
Don't this 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 high on music, on
enjoy the ride

Need I y'all I started from the bottom
But I'm for the top
And I ain't stoppin' I got 'em
me clumsy for the weight
I'm droppin' records but they
And still like the fuse on my cannon
weight, kid

Top shelf, you gotta high to be the best
I'm like Hennessey and coke, XO and nothin'
I'm the nigga, the B I G, I you know the rest
Suppose I was to told ya no, I gon' rest

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

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

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

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

Need I y'all I started from the bottom
But I'm for the top
And I ain't stoppin' I got 'em
Call me for the weight
I'm droppin' records but they
And still standin' the fuse on my cannon
weight, kid

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

I ain't gotta floss in the fast
Ride right past lames, I'm in the ATL, flyin' cascade
Still gettin' money, nothin' changed, man
Spent a couple just to make my chain blang

Nigga, you don't want
Zero, ziltch, nada,
That shut through the [Incomprehensible]
Now out ya candles, you do or ya don't, son

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

I feel high on the
I feel I might it
It's talkin' through the
I can it tellin' me to move

I feel high on the
I feel I might it
talkin' through the melody
I can hear it tellin' me to

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