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

One, Two
One, Two,

International
pounds
When I the ground
(Wooh!)
a million elephants
Or Silverback
You can't the train
Who some?
come unprepared
I'll be there, but when I leave
be a household name
Weatherman us
It ain't goin'
So now we in a droptop
wet
In a silk suit trying not to
somersaults without the net
But this'll be the year we won't forget
One, Nine, Nine,

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

Don't pull the out
Unless you to bang
(Bombs Baghdad)
(Yeah, yeah!)
even bang
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 to hit something
(Bombs Baghdad)

Uno, dos,
on
Did you think a pimp
a microphone?
Like that boy
And we still street
Big things every time we meet
Like a team, crack fiend
to geek
Outkast up and down the street
Slant back
five niggaz deep
Seventy MC's
Freestyling to the
we get crunk
Stay at the club
bought an ounce
But you a dub
Should've back
But you the punch
Supposed to meet your
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 baby girl
Four years,
Never turned my back on my for them

hit it, quit it, rag top
Before up
Get a
Make a for yourself, boy
Set some
Make a fat diamond out of dusty
number four
But we on the
up, slow up, stop, control
Like Janet, Stankonia
On ya
Moving Floyd
Comin' to Florida
Lock all your
Then the corridors
off my belt
'Cause a in order
I'd a three piece fish
Before I cut daughter
Yo quiero Bell
I hit the border
Piti pat trying to get the five
I'm a fiend
to stay alive
When you to ATL
Boy you better not
the Dungeon family goin' ride

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

pull the thang out
Unless you to bang
(Bombs Baghdad)
(Ahh, yeah)
even 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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