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

1, 2, 1, 2, 3 yeah!
In-slum-national,
Thunder when I stomp the ground (Woo!)
Like a million with silverback orangutans
You can't a train
Who want some? Don't come
be there, but when I leave there
Better be a household
Weather man tellin' us it gon' rain
So now we sittin' in a drop-top, wet
In a silk suit, not to sweat
Hits without the net
But be the year that we won't forget
One-Nine-Nine-Nine, Ano Domini, anything goes, be wanna be
Long as you know consequences are given for livin, the is
too high to in jail
Too low to dig, I might touch hell HOT!
Get a life, now gon' sell
Then I might you a spell, look at what came in the mail
A scale and some Arm and Hammer, so grow and some baby máma
Cadillac and a pack of pampers
Stack of question with no
for cancer, cure for AIDS
Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for
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 miles per hour
Hello, ghetto, let your breathe
Believe always mo', OW!

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

Uno, dos, tres, on
Did you ever a pimp rock a microphone?
Like that there boi and will stay street
Big things happen time we meet
Like a track team, crack fiend, dyin to
Outkast up and down the street
back, Cadillac, 'bout five nigga deep
Seventy-five emcee's to the beat
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 girl 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 baby four year, Jordan
turn my back on my kids for them
Should hit it (hit it) quit it (quit it) rag (rag) top (top)
Before you up, get a laptop
Make a for yourself, boy, set some goals
Make a fair diamond out of dusty
number four, but we on a roll
Hold up, slow up, stop,
Janet, planets, Stankonia's on ya
Movin like Floyd comin' straight to
Lock all your windows then block the
Pullin off a belt 'cause a whipping's in
Like a three-piece just I cut your daughter
Yo quiero Bell, then I hit the border
Penny pap tryin' to get the five
I'm a microphone tryin' to stay alive
When you come to ATL boi you not hide
cause the Dungeon gon' ride, hah!

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!
Don't 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)

Po-wer music, revival!