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

One, Two
One, Two,

International
pounds
When I stomp the
(Wooh!)
a million elephants
Or Orangutangs
You can't stop the
Who wants
Don't come
I'll be there, but when I leave
Better be a household
Weatherman us
It ain't rain
So now we sittin in a
wet
In a suit trying not to sweat
Hittin' somersaults the net
But this'll be the year that we forget
One, Nine, Nine,

Domini
Anything
Be what you to be
Long you know
Consequences are given for
The is
Too to jump in jail
Too low to dig
I might just Hell
Hot
Get a life, now they on
Then I might cast you a
at what came in the mail
A scale and Arm & Hammer
gold grill and bacon, Mamma
Black Cadillac and a pack of
Stack of
With no
for Cancer
Cure for
a nigga want to stay on tour for days
Get back
Thangs are
Well not really, it was bad all
your left adds up to a ball of power
Thoughts at a thousand miles per
Hello,
Let your brain
there's always mo'
(Owww!)

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

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

Uno, dos,
on
Did you think a pimp
Rock a
Like that boy
And we stay street
Big things every time we meet
Like a track team, fiend
to geek
Outkast up and down the street
Slant Cadillac
About five niggaz
Seventy five
Freestyling to the
we get crunk
Stay at the club
Should've bought an
But you a dub
Should've back
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 name of
Got a baby girl
years, Jordan
Never turned my back on my kids for

hit it, quit it, rag top
Before up
Get a
a business for yourself, boy
Set goals
Make a fat diamond out of coals
Record number
But we on the
Hold up, slow up, stop,
Janet, planet Stankonia
On ya
Moving Floyd
straight to Florida
Lock all your
Then block the
Pullin off my
a whipping's in order
I'd a three piece fish
Before I cut daughter
Yo Taco Bell
Then I hit the
pat rappers trying to get the five
I'm a fiend
to stay alive
When you to ATL
Boy you not hide
'Cause the family goin' ride

Don't pull the 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 bang
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 never

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)

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