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 elephants with silverback
You can't stop a
Who some? Don't come un-pre-pared
I'll be there, but 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 silk suit, not to sweat
Hits without the net
But this'll be the that we won't forget
One-Nine-Nine-Nine, Ano Domini, anything goes, be whatchu be
Long as you 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 sell
Then I might you a spell, look at what came in the mail
A scale and some Arm and Hammer, so grow grid and some baby
Black and a pack of pampers
Stack of question with no
Cure for cancer, for AIDS
Make a nigga wanna stay on for days
Get home, things are wrong
When I knew it was bad all along
Before you left up to a ball of power
Thoughts at a thousands per hour
Hello, ghetto, let your brain
there's always mo', OW!

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

Uno, dos, tres, on
Did you think a pimp rock a microphone?
Like that there boi and still stay street
Big things happen every we meet
Like a team, crack fiend, dyin to geek
Outkast bumpin' up and down the
Slam back, Cadillac, 'bout five nigga
emcee's freestylin' to the beat
Cause we get krunk, stay drunk, at the
Should have bought an ounce, but you the dub
have held back, but you throwed the punch
'Spose to meet your girl but you packed a
No D U to-the G for you
Got a son on the way by the of Bamboo
Got a little baby girl year, Jordan
Never turn my back on my for them
Should hit it (hit it) quit it (quit it) rag (rag) top (top)
Before you read up, get a
Make a for yourself, boy, set some goals
a fair diamond out of dusty coals
Record number four, but we on a
Hold up, up, stop, control
like Janet, planets, on ya
like Floyd comin' straight to Florida
Lock all your windows then block the
off a belt 'cause a whipping's in order
Like a three-piece 'fore I cut your daughter
Yo quiero Taco Bell, then I hit the
Penny pap tryin' to get the five
I'm a microphone fiend tryin' to alive
When you to ATL boi you betta not hide
the Dungeon Family gon' ride, hah!

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
over Baghdad!
Yeah!
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!

Bombs Baghdad! Yeah

B-I-G,

To the

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

music, electric revival!