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 elephants with silverback orangutans
You can't a train
Who some? Don't come un-pre-pared
I'll be there, but when I there
Better be a household
Weather man us it ain't gon' rain
So now we sittin' in a drop-top, wet
In a silk suit, not to sweat
somersaults without the net
But this'll be the year that we forget
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 just touch HOT!
Get a life, now they gon'
Then I might catch you a spell, at what came 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 stay on for days
Get back home, things are
When I knew it was bad all along
Before you left up to a ball of power
at a thousands miles per hour
Hello, ghetto, let brain breathe
Believe always mo', OW!

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

Uno, dos, tres, on
Did you ever think a pimp a microphone?
Like that there boi and still stay street
Big things happen time we meet
Like a track team, crack fiend, to geek
Outkast bumpin' up and down the
back, Cadillac, 'bout five nigga deep
Seventy-five emcee's to the beat
we get krunk, stay drunk, at the club
Should 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 baby girl four year, Jordan
turn my back on my kids for them
Should have hit it (hit it) it (quit it) rag (rag) top (top)
Before you read up, get a
Make a business for yourself, boy, set some
Make a fair out of dusty coals
number four, but we on a roll
Hold up, up, stop, control
like Janet, planets, on ya
like Floyd comin' straight to Florida
Lock all your windows then the corridors
off a belt 'cause a whipping's in order
Like a three-piece just 'fore I cut your
Yo quiero Taco Bell, then I hit the
Penny pap tryin' to get the five
I'm a fiend tryin' to stay alive
When you come to ATL boi you betta not
the Dungeon Family gon' ride, hah!

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