Luyện nghe bài hát Five Man Army

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Trendy wendys you know what i
Hangin' with girl who's rolling up her jeans
She her street cred 'cause she's no dummy
Saw rockin the microphone and now she's calling me a
Says I know what I don't move with thugs
house parties hip hop and smoking drugs
And whoever's been the boss she's down 'em
She's always on 'cause the girl got rhythm
To avoid all complications i'll give some
a certain location under Paddington Station
'Cause when I host my show-a I avoid the girl lola
more pu-pu-public than the drink they call it coca cola
I'm just practice posing face is shaded in
Is as my color the massive attack
Right now i hit it it flow smooth hit middle wicket

I a small step now it's a giant stride
People say I'm loud why should I
had a small taste so what a waste
I quietly observe it's not my space
Bottom end's you know we're never even
People me Tricky for particular reason
I've got you see and I've got to let you
See we're rockin' in your area rock beneath balcony
My baby just cares for me that's funny
Her touch tickles especially on my

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Now who's got the

Now who's

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A turbo turbo and chant with a
Addy, Daddy G bunch crew at large
Don't call me an officer call me a sarge
up the country planning also abroad
Plan to go to when I get a visa card

But gettin' a visa card isn't hard

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So keep ears glued listen to every chord
Tokyo city's one that we toured
Four technic plus two board
than a Wilkinson razor sword

3D

When I was a I played subbuteo on
My table I graduate to studio one
'Cos D's my nom de plume you but 3's my pseudonym
And around my neck you I wear the sony budokan
blues you got me in my own shoes
The people in the shape for what they make
They lose
Yes waxing lyrical but this it's not satirical
kinda spherical so jam me in a ???
This is the miracle of the dub selection

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So whether you're black white or half-caste in your

3D

Yes pull out your phono plug and you in your phony
started by marconi resumed by sony
A summary by wireless history and
The attack ??? explosione

Horace

Get away you gangsters
We want it
Get with you gangsters
We don't it
Eternal love eternal
money money
Root of all
Money money
Root of all