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 orangutans
You can't stop a
Who want some? Don't come
I'll be there, but I leave there
Better be a name
Weather man us it ain't gon' rain
So now we sittin' in a drop-top, wet
In a suit, tryin' not to sweat
somersaults without the net
But this'll be the year that we forget
One-Nine-Nine-Nine, Ano Domini, goes, be whatchu wanna be
Long as you know consequences are given for livin, the is
too high to jump in
Too low to dig, I might touch hell HOT!
Get a life, now they gon'
Then I might catch you a spell, look at what in the mail
A and some Arm and Hammer, so grow grid and some baby máma
Black and a pack of pampers
Stack of with no answers
for cancer, cure for AIDS
Make a nigga wanna on tour for days
Get back home, things are
When I knew it was bad all along
Before you left adds up to a of power
Thoughts at a miles per hour
Hello, ghetto, let your breathe
Believe there's mo', OW!

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

Uno, dos, tres, on
Did you ever think a pimp a microphone?
Like that boi and will still stay street
Big things happen time we meet
Like a track team, fiend, dyin to geek
Outkast bumpin' up and down the
back, Cadillac, 'bout five nigga deep
Seventy-five emcee's freestylin' to the
Cause we get krunk, stay drunk, at the
Should have an ounce, but you caught the dub
have held back, but you throwed the punch
'Spose to meet your girl but you a lunch
No D to-the U G for you
Got a son on the way by the of Bamboo
Got a baby girl four year, Jordan
Never 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 for yourself, boy, set some goals
Make a fair diamond out of coals
Record number four, but we on a
up, slow up, stop, control
like Janet, planets, on ya
Movin Floyd comin' straight to Florida
Lock all your windows block the corridors
Pullin off a belt 'cause a in order
Like a three-piece just 'fore I cut daughter
Yo quiero Taco Bell, then I hit the
Penny pap tryin' to get the five
I'm a fiend tryin' to stay alive
you come to ATL boi you betta not hide
cause the Dungeon gon' ride, hah!

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