Luyện nghe bài hát B.o.b. (bombs Over Baghdad)

1, 2, 1, 2, 3 yeah!
In-slum-national,
Thunder pounds I stomp the ground (Woo!)
Like a million elephants with silverback
You can't stop a
Who want some? come un-pre-pared
I'll be there, but when I leave
Better be a name
Weather man tellin' us it gon' rain
So now we sittin' in a drop-top, wet
In a silk suit, not to sweat
Hits somersaults the net
But be the year that we won't forget
One-Nine-Nine-Nine, Ano Domini, anything goes, be wanna be
Long as you know are given for livin, the fence is
too high to jump in
Too low to dig, I might touch hell HOT!
Get a life, now they gon'
Then I catch you a spell, look at what came in the mail
A and some Arm and Hammer, so grow grid and some baby máma
Cadillac and a pack of pampers
Stack of question no answers
for cancer, cure for AIDS
Make a nigga wanna stay on for days
Get home, things are wrong
When I knew it was bad all along
Before you left adds up to a ball of
Thoughts at a miles per hour
Hello, ghetto, let your brain
Believe there's mo', OW!

Don't pull the thang out, you plan to bang
Bombs Baghdad!
Yeah! Ha ha yeah!
Don't even bang unless you to hit something
Bombs Baghdad!
Yeah!
Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to
Bombs Baghdad!
Yeah! Ha ha yeah!
Don't even bang unless you to hit something
Bombs Baghdad!
Yeah!

Uno, dos, tres, on
Did you ever think a pimp rock a
Like that there boi and will stay street
Big happen every time we meet
Like a track team, crack fiend, dyin to
Outkast bumpin' up and down the
back, Cadillac, 'bout five nigga deep
Seventy-five freestylin' to the beat
Cause we get krunk, stay drunk, at the
Should have an ounce, but you caught the dub
Should have held back, but you throwed the
'Spose to your girl but you packed a lunch
No D U to-the G for you
Got a son on the way by the of Bamboo
Got a little girl four year, Jordan
Never turn my back on my for them
Should hit it (hit it) quit it (quit it) rag (rag) top (top)
Before you read up, get a
Make a business for yourself, boy, set some
Make a diamond out of dusty coals
Record number four, but we on a
Hold up, up, stop, control
like Janet, planets, on ya
Movin like Floyd comin' straight to
Lock all windows then block the corridors
Pullin off a belt 'cause a in order
Like a three-piece 'fore I cut your daughter
Yo quiero Taco Bell, I hit the border
pap rappers tryin' to get the five
I'm a microphone fiend tryin' to stay
When you to ATL boi you betta not hide
cause the Dungeon Family ride, hah!

Don't the thang out, unless you plan to bang
Bombs Baghdad!
Yeah! Ha ha yeah!
even bang unless you plan to hit something
Bombs Baghdad!
Yeah!
Don't pull the thang out, you plan to bang
Bombs Baghdad!
Yeah! Ha ha yeah!
Don't even bang unless you to hit something
over Baghdad!
Yeah!

Bombs over Baghdad!

B-I-G,

To the

Bob head, rag top
(1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4) (Gimme some)

music, electric revival!