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 some? Don't come
be there, but when I leave there
Better be a name
Weather man tellin' us it ain't gon'
So now we sittin' in a drop-top, wet
In a silk suit, tryin' not to
somersaults without the net
But this'll be the year we won't forget
One-Nine-Nine-Nine, Ano Domini, anything goes, be wanna be
Long as you consequences are given for livin, the fence is
too high to in jail
Too low to dig, I might just touch 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 and some baby máma
Black Cadillac and a of pampers
Stack of question no answers
Cure for cancer, for AIDS
Make a nigga wanna stay on for days
Get back home, things are
When I really knew it was bad all
Before you left adds up to a ball of
Thoughts at a miles per hour
Hello, ghetto, let brain breathe
there's always mo', OW!

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

Uno, dos, tres, on
Did you ever a pimp rock a microphone?
that there boi and will still stay street
Big things every time we meet
Like a track team, fiend, dyin to geek
Outkast bumpin' up and down the
Slam back, Cadillac, 'bout five nigga
Seventy-five emcee's to the beat
Cause we get krunk, drunk, at the club
Should have an ounce, but you caught the dub
Should held back, but you throwed the punch
'Spose to meet your but you packed a lunch
No D to-the U G for you
Got a son on the way by the of Bamboo
Got a little girl four year, Jordan
turn my back on my kids for them
Should hit it (hit it) quit it (quit it) rag (rag) top (top)
you read up, get a laptop
Make a business for yourself, boy, set some
Make a fair diamond out of dusty
number four, but we on a roll
Hold up, up, stop, control
Janet, planets, Stankonia's on ya
Movin like comin' straight to Florida
Lock all your windows then block the
Pullin off a 'cause a whipping's in order
a three-piece just 'fore I cut your daughter
Yo quiero Bell, then I hit the border
Penny pap rappers to get the five
I'm a microphone fiend tryin' to stay
When you come to ATL boi you betta not
cause the Dungeon gon' ride, hah!

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

Bombs Baghdad! Yeah

B-I-G,

To the

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

Po-wer music, revival!