Luyện nghe bài hát Blow Up

All my brothers,
Let the world know hot 9, 7, what?
Shaolin it to the top all the ladies
some love sugar, it's on tonight
Keepin' the tight aight

I be the one to break through your
Bomb carrier ready to explode in mode
catch a bad decision at any given
I was marked for death, so now this is how the fuck I'm

Let me lay the law, let me connect
GP the new reign, fuck what you sayin' and thought
tall but you comin' up short
Might play a lot of games but this ain't sport

Ran the wrong one, I'm the son of a gun
You practice, I'ma hit you off for fun
one question, what crossed your mind?
To make you think that you could fuck my hip hop design

You out of fashion, on top of you got me laughin'
a gun toter up against an assassin
I'm the real McCoy, old B Boy
Anything I seek, I create or destroy

It's like that, with the strength to strike back
Full contact better your hardhat in combat
It's you or my contract
All you say is where we get it on at and it's on

All my brothers,
Let the world know it's hot 9, 7,
take it to the top all the ladies
Show some love sugar, it's on
Keepin' the party tight

in a city of crooks where they don't play by the books
It's off the hook, got me on
Ready to pop somethin' in my circumference if we rock
But a lot of snitch makin' the streets too hot

Bitches too wanna be up in people's affairs
Let it die down, get it out the air
to get rich, callin' 1-800 tips
Hundred dollar ho went on the Richard Bey Show

Everybody wanna blow
The secret to my success is I get too hype
back killer instances, killer track, make a snap re-mack
Bomb bandzee worse than crack, highly addictive

The microphone's the dick
And I'm smash hits, I need to be rehabilitated
And if I write to the beat that
Makes the of the track premeditated

How dare you even look my
Better yet cross my path and have to say
You wack rapper you know who you fuckin' with
Niggas suck my dick, June'll be the to bust your shit

up, get yourself hurt up, meanin' fast
The first one steps be the first one I click-click-blast
Hit 'em one time up in his
But didn't 'em, I left him mentally insane

It be bloodstains on the from thugs postin'
Animosity me will get you toasted
6 million ways, 365 days, I be on the street, pays
Nicks, and Treys used to be my hustle

I learned how to grab heat
And it with the muscle
And rush you and pin you to the wall
I'm shifty, low down dirty and

All my brothers,
Let the know it's hot
All the

Can you feel us all up in swat?
Can't touch the God lyrical far from typical
niggas couldn't drink if they walk a hundred miles
Broke thousands of clones in half, bones in paths

Casualty, SI be I soulful by the
self Allah, the golden mic holder
Got whole shit locked like the Ayatollah
Rebel sink to as low as the devils
But the God made dirt to dig grave with the shovel

Try to slay the master, his heart rate beats
Assault and make it hard to remember
Behold, I the avenger
Black as charcoal with a soul as as December

Timber, lumberjack that can injure
And in a cloud of smoke like a ninja
Great pretender, now it's time to with what's real
War, four score with a hundred raw

You wanna play the game of life and his life on the line
With these tank niggas, hundred percent genuine
Mental got niggas doin' time and
Frustration got me ready to do

Watch me shine a comet
Orally smack niggas on the like they vomit
Frontin' all them years you to stop it
You see who comin', the rightful owners of era
Who show the but if necessary bring the terror

defense and retaliation, hold this fort
Throw them niggas off the court in rap sport
Your too short, your forwards' is backpedalin'
Your God's ain't hard, how you think you than

with a plan who stand behind thoughts
Made known, show the grain blow
All over, universally consume your like fire
the shit 'til we retire

All my brothers,
Let the world it's hot 9, 7, what?
take it to the top all the ladies
Show some sugar, it's on tonight
Keepin' the party tight,

All my brothers,
Let the world know it's hot 9, 7,
Shaolin take it to the top all the
some love sugar, it's on tonight
Keepin' the tight, aight

All the ladies, can you feel it in
All my niggas, let the world it's hot 9, 7
Shaolin it to the top
We keep the party tight,