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

1, 2, 1, 2, 3 yeah!
In-slum-national,
Thunder pounds when I the ground (Woo!)
Like a million elephants with orangutans
You can't stop a
Who want some? come un-pre-pared
I'll be there, but I leave there
Better be a name
man tellin' us it ain't gon' rain
So now we in a drop-top, soakin wet
In a silk suit, tryin' not to
Hits somersaults the net
But this'll be the year that we won't
One-Nine-Nine-Nine, Ano Domini, anything goes, be wanna be
as you know consequences are given 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 might catch you a spell, look at what in the mail
A scale and some Arm and Hammer, so grow grid and some máma
Black Cadillac and a pack of
Stack of with no answers
Cure for cancer, cure for
Make a nigga wanna on tour for days
Get back home, are wrong
When I really knew it was bad all
Before you left adds up to a ball of
at a thousands miles per hour
Hello, ghetto, let your brain
there's always mo', OW!

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

Uno, dos, tres, on
Did you think a pimp rock a microphone?
Like that there boi and will stay street
Big things every time we meet
Like a track team, fiend, dyin to geek
Outkast up and down the street
Slam back, Cadillac, 'bout five deep
Seventy-five emcee's freestylin' to the
Cause we get krunk, stay drunk, at the
have bought an ounce, but you caught the dub
Should have held back, but you throwed the
'Spose to meet your but you packed a lunch
No D U to-the G for you
Got a son on the way by the name of
Got a little baby four year, Jordan
Never turn my on my kids for them
Should have hit it (hit it) 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
like Floyd comin' straight to Florida
Lock all windows then block the corridors
Pullin off a belt 'cause a in order
Like a three-piece just 'fore I cut your
Yo quiero Taco Bell, I hit the border
Penny pap rappers tryin' to get the
I'm a microphone fiend tryin' to alive
When you come to ATL boi you betta not
cause the Family gon' ride, hah!

Don't pull the out, unless you plan to bang
Bombs 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 even bang unless you plan to hit
Bombs Baghdad!
Yeah!

Bombs over Baghdad!

B-I-G,

To the

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

Po-wer music, revival!