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!)
a million elephants with silverback orangutans
You can't a train
Who want some? come un-pre-pared
I'll be there, but when I there
Better be a name
Weather man tellin' us it ain't rain
So now we in a drop-top, soakin wet
In a silk suit, not to sweat
Hits somersaults the net
But this'll be the year that we won't
One-Nine-Nine-Nine, Ano Domini, anything goes, be whatchu be
Long as you know are given for livin, the fence is
too high to jump in
Too low to dig, I just touch hell HOT!
Get a life, now they sell
Then I catch you a spell, look at what came in the mail
A scale and some Arm and Hammer, so grow grid and some baby
Black Cadillac and a of pampers
Stack of with no answers
for cancer, cure 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 of power
at a thousands miles per hour
Hello, ghetto, let brain breathe
there's always mo', OW!

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

Uno, dos, tres, on
Did you ever think a pimp rock a
Like that boi and will still stay street
Big things happen every time we
Like a track team, crack fiend, to geek
Outkast bumpin' up and down the
Slam back, Cadillac, 'bout nigga deep
Seventy-five emcee's freestylin' to the
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 girl but you packed a lunch
No D to-the U G for you
Got a son on the way by the name of
Got a baby girl four year, Jordan
Never turn my back on my kids for
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 fair out of dusty coals
number four, but we on a roll
Hold up, up, stop, control
Janet, planets, Stankonia's on ya
Movin like Floyd comin' straight to
Lock all windows then block the corridors
off a belt 'cause a whipping's in order
Like a three-piece 'fore I cut your daughter
Yo quiero Bell, then I hit the border
pap rappers tryin' to get the five
I'm a microphone tryin' to stay alive
you come to ATL boi you betta not hide
cause the Family gon' ride, hah!

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

over Baghdad! Yeah

B-I-G,

To the

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

music, electric revival!