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

One, Two
One, Two,

underground
Thunder
I stomp the ground
(Wooh!)
Like a million
Or Orangutangs
You can't the train
Who some?
Don't come
I'll be there, but when I leave
Better be a name
tellin' us
It ain't goin'
So now we in a droptop
wet
In a suit trying not to sweat
somersaults without the net
But this'll be the that we won't forget
One, Nine, Nine,

Domini
Anything
Be what you to be
Long you know
are given for livin'
The is
Too to jump in jail
Too low to dig
I might just touch
Hot
Get a life, now on sale
Then I cast you a spell
Look at what came in the
A and some Arm & Hammer
Soul gold grill and bacon,
Black Cadillac and a of Pampers
Stack of
With no
for Cancer
Cure for
Make a nigga to stay on tour for days
Get home
are wrong
Well not really, it was bad all
Before left adds up to a ball of power
Thoughts at a miles per hour
Hello,
Let brain breathe
Believe there's mo'
(Owww!)

Don't the thang out
Unless you to bang
(Bombs Baghdad)
(Yeah, yeah!)
even bang
Unless you plan to hit
(Bombs Baghdad)
(Yeah, ahh!)

pull the thang out
Unless you plan to
(Bombs Baghdad)
(Yeah!)
Don't bang
you plan to hit something
(Bombs Baghdad)

Uno, dos,
on
Did you ever think a
a microphone?
Like that boy
And we stay street
Big things happen time we meet
Like a track team, fiend
Dying to
bumpin' up and down the street
Slant Cadillac
five niggaz deep
Seventy MC's
Freestyling to the
'Cause we get
drunk at the club
Should've an ounce
But you a dub
held back
But you threw the
Supposed to your girl
But you packed a
No D, to the U to the G for you
Got a son on the way
By the of Bamboo
Got a little baby
Four years,
Never turned my on my kids for them

Should've hit it, it, rag top
Before up
Get a
Make a for yourself, boy
Set some
Make a fat diamond out of coals
Record four
But we on the
Hold up, up, stop, control
Like Janet, Stankonia
On ya
like Floyd
Comin' to Florida
Lock all your
Then the corridors
off my belt
'Cause a in order
I'd like a three piece
Before I cut daughter
Yo Taco Bell
Then I hit the
Piti pat rappers trying to get the
I'm a fiend
Tryin to stay
you come to ATL
Boy you better not
'Cause the Dungeon family goin'

Don't pull the out
you plan to bang
(Bombs Baghdad)
(Ahh, yeah)
Don't bang
Unless you plan to hit
(Bombs Baghdad)
(Ahh, yeah)

pull the thang out
Unless you to bang
(Bombs Baghdad)
(Ahh, yeah)
Don't even
Unless you plan to hit
(Bombs Baghdad, yeah)
(Bombs Baghdad, yeah)
(Bombs Baghdad, yeah)
(Bombs Baghdad, yeah)
(Bombs Baghdad, yeah)

Ai, ai, ai, ai
Ai, ai, ai, ai, ai
Ow, ow, ow
B I G
Ow, ow, ow
B O I
Drop, drop, drop, it
Take brother

Bob head, rag top
Bob head, rag top
(Come on, me some)
Bob head, rag top
(Give me some)
Bob head, rag top
Bob head, rag top
(Come on)
Bob head, rag top
(Uh, me some)
Bob head, rag top
(Give me some)
Bob head, rag top
(Give me some)
Bob head, rag top
(Uh, uh)
Bob head, rag top
(Uh)
Bob head, rag top
(Uh, me some)
Bob head, rag top
(Uh, uh)
Bob head, rag top
(Uh, me some)
Bob head, rag top
(Give me some)
Bob head, rag top
(Come on, on)
Bob head, rag top
(Come on, me some)

Power music, electric
music, electric revival
Power music, revival
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