Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Move

Um, um, woo, DAMN! WOO!

Yo, yo

[Chorus 1 -
Let me some heads noddin, fists pumpin, stompin
Ass shakin, necks breakin, - LET'S MOVE!
Fuck a battle, we got to prove - LET'S MOVE!
Fakts One supply the people the groove - LET'S MOVE!

[Mr.
Hard tracks, remind me of blacks with backs
These are facts, drownin in the swamp Artacks (uh huh)
to Fear Facts, chill, watch Miramax
flicks, then I start to get sick, drop (uh huh)
39, like the "Hail Bop"
Four teachers, one cop
Then the atmosphere get real hot (uh huh)

My flow is like torrential downpours, steel rot
We pros, who's drown yours, on the real blocks (uh huh)
It's not coincidental, that we cause some real
Appeal, god dammnit, never take it for (uh huh)
Write a memo and hand it to receptionist
The game's to change, here come The Perceptionists (uh huh)

[Mr. (Akrobatik)
I'm a genie, the next time you see me is
It's easy, I'm this dimension and breeze it (uh huh)
horizon miles, been at Dyson
M. Tyson, M. Bison, the for
(Two orators) (uh huh)
Of the
(Yeah, hear the of the hemisphere)

(Pumpin through the verse) (uh huh)

(Adrenaline, hip propellin through my melon and)
(GENTLEMEN BEHOLD!)
on David Letterman (uh huh)
Your sold on the whole song (uh)
You want to hear another Everybody cool, ola! (uh huh)

[Chorus 2 -
Let me some heads noddin, fists pumpin, stompin
Ass shakin, necks breakin, earthquakin - MOVE!
Fuck a battle, we got nothin to prove - MOVE!
Perceptionists the people with the groove - LET'S MOVE!
(Let's move, move, let's move ...)

[Mr. (Akrobatik)
We want to you what oppression is
So we'll speak in jail
Three to (twenty-five to life) (uh huh)
Mega trife, use a mega
to slice the afterlife
So spill (so ill), so (so we'll) (uh huh)
Take you a rhyme adventure, mind dimentia, time to

(Mr. Lif)
Time to with the prime inventors
of a solid center, the champions are stompin in your campin and
We positively lampin in SPOT (YOUR BOOTED!) (uh huh)
Raise The Perceptionists flag, twenty-one saluted
lungs polluted
Women and young (uh huh)

[Mr.
are ones recruited
Look how the hung

Strange fruit to swing from the Southern trees (uh huh)
Now there's only leaves and those who laid the path are lovin

[Mr.
and the brother's free
Others beggin please, for empathy, enemy, there's no remedy

We cookin up that hot

[Mr.
But not sharin the

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