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 a train
Who want some? come un-pre-pared
be there, but when I leave there
Better be a household
man tellin' us it ain't gon' rain
So now we in a drop-top, soakin wet
In a suit, tryin' not to sweat
Hits without the net
But this'll be the year we won't forget
One-Nine-Nine-Nine, Ano Domini, anything goes, be wanna be
as you know consequences are given for livin, the fence is
too to jump in jail
Too low to dig, I might just touch HOT!
Get a life, now they gon'
Then I might catch you a spell, look at what in the mail
A scale and some Arm and Hammer, so grow grid and some máma
Cadillac and a pack of pampers
Stack of with no answers
Cure for cancer, for AIDS
Make a nigga wanna stay on for days
Get home, things are wrong
When I really knew it was bad all
Before you left up to a ball of power
Thoughts at a thousands per hour
Hello, ghetto, let your 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
Bombs Baghdad!
Yeah! Ha ha yeah!
Don't even bang you plan to hit something
over Baghdad!
Yeah!

Uno, dos, tres, on
Did you ever think a rock a microphone?
Like that there boi and still stay street
Big things happen time we meet
Like a team, crack fiend, dyin to geek
bumpin' up and down the street
Slam back, Cadillac, 'bout nigga deep
Seventy-five freestylin' to the beat
Cause we get krunk, stay drunk, at the
have bought an ounce, but you caught the dub
Should have held back, but you 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 little girl four year, Jordan
Never turn my back on my kids for
Should have hit it (hit it) it (quit it) rag (rag) top (top)
Before you read up, get a
a business for yourself, boy, set some goals
Make a diamond out of dusty coals
Record number four, but we on a
Hold up, slow up, stop,
like Janet, planets, on ya
Movin like Floyd straight to Florida
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 Taco Bell, then I hit the border
pap rappers tryin' to get the five
I'm a microphone fiend to stay alive
When you to ATL boi you betta not hide
cause the Dungeon gon' ride, hah!

Don't pull the thang out, unless you 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!
even bang unless 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)

music, electric revival!