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 million elephants with silverback
You stop a train
Who some? Don't come un-pre-pared
be there, but when I leave there
Better be a name
man tellin' us it ain't gon' rain
So now we sittin' in a drop-top, wet
In a silk suit, tryin' not to
somersaults without the net
But be the year that we won't forget
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 in jail
Too low to dig, I might just hell HOT!
Get a life, now gon' sell
I might catch you a spell, look at what came in the mail
A scale and some Arm and Hammer, so grow grid and some baby
Cadillac and a pack of pampers
Stack of question no answers
Cure for cancer, for AIDS
Make a nigga wanna stay on for days
Get back home, things are
When I knew it was bad all along
you left adds up to a ball of power
Thoughts at a thousands per hour
Hello, ghetto, let brain breathe
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 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!

Uno, dos, tres, on
Did you ever think a rock a microphone?
Like there boi and will still stay street
Big things every time we meet
Like a track team, crack fiend, dyin to
Outkast bumpin' up and down the
Slam back, Cadillac, 'bout nigga deep
emcee's freestylin' to the beat
Cause we get krunk, drunk, at the club
Should bought 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 name of
Got a little baby girl year, Jordan
Never turn my on my kids for them
Should hit it (hit it) quit it (quit it) rag (rag) top (top)
Before you read up, get a
a business for yourself, boy, set some goals
Make a fair out of dusty coals
number four, but we on a roll
Hold up, up, stop, control
like Janet, planets, on ya
Movin like comin' straight to Florida
Lock all windows then block the corridors
Pullin off a 'cause a whipping's in order
Like a three-piece just 'fore I cut daughter
Yo quiero Taco Bell, I hit the border
Penny pap rappers to get the five
I'm a microphone fiend to stay alive
you come to ATL boi you betta not hide
cause the Family gon' ride, hah!

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