Luyện nghe bài hát Blow Up

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

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

Let me lay the law, let me four
GP the new reign, fuck what you sayin' and thought
Standin' tall but you comin' up
Might play a lot of games but this your sport

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

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

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

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

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

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

Everybody blow overnight
The to my success is I don't get too hype
back killer instances, killer track, make a snap re-mack
Bomb bandzee verses worse than crack, highly

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

How dare you look my way?
Better yet cross my path and somethin' to say
You wack rapper don't you know who you fuckin'
suck my dick, June'll be the first to bust your shit

Word up, get yourself hurt up, meanin'
The first one that be the first one I click-click-blast
Hit 'em one up in his brain
But didn't kill 'em, I left him mentally

It be bloodstains on the sidewalk from postin'
Animosity towards me will get you
6 million ways, 365 days, I be on the street, crime
Nicks, Dimes and Treys used to be my

Until I learned how to heat
And it with the muscle
And rush you and pin you to the quickly
I'm shifty, low dirty and gritty

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

Can you feel us all up in your
touch the God lyrical far from typical style
Thirsty niggas drink if they walk a hundred miles
Broke thousands of clones in half, left in paths

Casualty, SI be I soulful by the
Divine self Allah, the golden mic
Got this whole shit locked the Ayatollah
sink to levels as low as the devils
But the God made dirt to dig they with the shovel

Try to slay the master, his heart beats faster
Assault and battery make it hard to
Behold, I the avenger
Black as charcoal a soul as cold as December

Timber, lumberjack raps that can
And disappear in a cloud of smoke like a
Great pretender, now it's time to deal with what's
War, four score with a raw niggas

You wanna play the game of life and throw his life on the
With these tank slang niggas, hundred genuine
Mental court got niggas time and
Frustration got me ready to do

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

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

Niggas with a who stand behind thoughts
Made known, reality show the grain
All over, universally your town like fire
Blaze the shit 'til we

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

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

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