Luyện nghe bài hát Your Move

You got to groove, freeze, stand still,
You got to groove, freeze, still, move
You got to groove, freeze, stand still,
You got to groove, freeze, stand still,

Huffin' and puffin', this is bumpin'
Discussion on how we and snuffin'
The one's that bluffin', it's nothin' and while lunchin'
We bustin' to get you, up in the

And we you wantin' and dubbin'
Dig it like somethin' you on
Fill it up in your stomach to your astonishment, on a
The marvelous, venous, verbal novelist, killin' 'em softly
Offin' them, often in a coffin' we drillin' them, taunt 'em

All in the tournament, in the pit again
Pardon me but this art is like the parliament parkin'
All on yo' gardens and lawns just potholes, conically stompin'
Up on a mission of dominance, solid flawless, so
Callin' to the ball to get off the wall, everybody yes

'Cause you got to groove, freeze, stand still,
You got to groove, freeze, still, move
You got to groove, freeze, stand still,
You got to groove, freeze, stand still,

I've been to Africa, Brazil, across the America's
Canada, France, Italy, Copenhagen,
Everywhere, every time, audience, mass hysteria
Some rappers make good records but live they are a

Mailin' area, special delivery carrier
Tearin' the various barriers, till everyone's
Whether heavy or Libra, or Aries, or Lebanese
Vegetarian, Ebony, Ivory, or ninety three

I don't care if you're or inherit inheritance
From yo' parent's and did didn't share it with ne'er nigga
if you dare, to get yo' hands in the air
It's a rare form, shake her derriere wit' cha

witness to snare kicks that tear and rip
Through the blarin' speaker that pummel into the air
Hit cha, it's there cha, yo' cares lifted, don't stare driftin'
The shiftin' slightly, so come into the lair, get some

Party people, you are now being rocked by the
Of Chief Xcel and Gift of Gab,
We're here to you higher, y'all
And I want everybody side, to side in the front and the back
Everybody in the buildin', some noise

Jumpin', and movin', and dancin', and sweatin', and
And grindin', and bobbin', and weavin', we takin' you yo' mind
And the science this, high in the sky in this pilots
Flyin' this, iris, wireless mics, the fire is bright, retire

I'm sire you're and dire straits
higher intelligence, dialect science
I myself Viace Prez, I'll belt
Rappers lie to get by
And get fried and left by their scientists

Thrive when this guy is lit, try and spit fire my intent
I invent sciences, try the best with no side
Buy a vest or be lyin' in rest, to test
The eyes in the eyes of the vibrant lion with tiger fists

You got to groove, freeze, stand still,
You got to groove, freeze, still, move
You got to groove, freeze, still, move
You got to groove, freeze, still, move