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

One, Two
One, Two,

International
Thunder
I stomp the ground
(Wooh!)
Like a elephants
Or Silverback
You can't stop the
Who wants
Don't unprepared
I'll be there, but when I there
Better be a household
Weatherman us
It ain't goin'
So now we sittin in a
wet
In a silk trying not to sweat
Hittin' somersaults the net
But this'll be the year that we forget
One, Nine, Nine,

Anno
Anything
Be what you to be
that you know
Consequences are given for
The is
Too high to jump in
Too low to dig
I might touch Hell
Hot
Get a life, now they on
Then I might cast you a
Look at what in the mail
A scale and some Arm &
gold grill and bacon, Mamma
Black and a pack of Pampers
of questions
With no
Cure for
for AIDS
Make a nigga want to on tour for days
Get back
are wrong
Well not really, it was bad all
Before your left adds up to a of power
Thoughts at a thousand per hour
Hello,
Let brain breathe
there's always mo'
(Owww!)

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

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

Uno, dos,
on
Did you ever think a
Rock a
that there boy
And we still street
Big things every time we meet
a track team, crack fiend
Dying to
Outkast up and down the street
Slant Cadillac
About five niggaz
Seventy MC's
to the beat
'Cause we get
drunk at the club
Should've bought an
But you a dub
Should've held
But you threw the
to meet 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 back on my for them

hit it, quit it, rag top
Before up
Get a
a business for yourself, boy
Set some
a fat diamond out of dusty coals
Record four
But we on the
Hold up, up, stop, control
Like Janet, Stankonia
On ya
Moving like
Comin' to Florida
Lock all your
Then block the
Pullin off my
'Cause a in order
I'd like a piece fish
Before I cut daughter
Yo quiero Bell
Then I hit the
Piti pat rappers trying to get the
I'm a microphone
Tryin to stay
When you to ATL
Boy you better not
'Cause the Dungeon family goin'

Don't the thang out
you plan to bang
(Bombs Baghdad)
(Ahh, yeah)
Don't even
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 to hit something
(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
Power music, electric
Power music, electric
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