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

1, 2, 1, 2, 3 yeah!
In-slum-national,
pounds when I stomp the ground (Woo!)
Like a elephants with silverback orangutans
You can't stop a
Who want Don't come un-pre-pared
I'll be there, but when I there
Better be a name
Weather man tellin' us it gon' rain
So now we in a drop-top, soakin wet
In a silk suit, not to sweat
Hits without the net
But this'll be the year that we forget
One-Nine-Nine-Nine, Ano Domini, anything goes, be whatchu be
Long as you know consequences are for livin, the fence is
too high to in jail
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 scale and some Arm and Hammer, so grow grid and baby máma
Black Cadillac and a of pampers
Stack of question no answers
for cancer, cure for AIDS
Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for
Get back home, things are
I really knew it was bad all along
Before you adds up to a ball of power
at a thousands miles per hour
Hello, ghetto, let your brain
Believe always mo', OW!

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

Uno, dos, tres, on
Did you think a pimp rock a microphone?
Like that there boi and still stay street
Big happen every time we meet
Like a track team, fiend, dyin to geek
Outkast bumpin' up and the street
back, Cadillac, 'bout five nigga deep
Seventy-five freestylin' to the beat
we get krunk, stay drunk, at the club
Should bought an ounce, but you caught the dub
Should held back, but you throwed the punch
'Spose to meet your girl but you a lunch
No D U to-the G for you
Got a son on the way by the of Bamboo
Got a little baby girl year, Jordan
Never turn my back on my for them
have 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 goals
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 straight to Florida
Lock all your then block the corridors
off a belt 'cause a whipping's in order
Like a three-piece 'fore I cut your daughter
Yo quiero Taco Bell, then I hit the
Penny pap rappers to get the five
I'm a microphone tryin' to stay alive
you come to ATL boi you betta not hide
cause the Dungeon Family ride, hah!

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