Luyện nghe bài hát Bombs Over Baghdad

Dre)
1, 2... 1, 2, 3; yeah!
Inter-national,
Thunder when I stomp the ground (Woo!)
Like a million with silverback orangutans
You can't stop a
Who want some? come un-pre-pared
I'll be there, but when I there
Better be a name
Weather man tellin' us it ain't rain
So now we sittin' in a drop-top wet
In a silk suit not to sweat
somersaults without the net
But this'll be the year we won't forget
One-nine-nine-nine, and brutha anything goes, be wanna be
as you know consequences, to give and for livin' defenses
Too hot, I'm jail
Too low to dig, I might just touch
Hot! Get a life, now they sell
Then I might catch you a spell, look at came in the mail
A scale and some Arm and Hammer, so grow grid and some baby
Black Cadillac and a pack of pampers, stack of questions no answers
Cure for cancer, for AIDS
Make a nigga wanna stay onto it for
Get home, things are wrong
We're not really to spend all alone
he left, adds up to a ball of power
Thousands of thousands per hour
Hello, ghetto, let your breathe,
Believe there's always
Owwww!

2X
(Dre) Don't pull the out, unless you plan to band
(Choir) Over Baghdad! Yeah!
(Dre) Yeah! Ha ha yeah!
Don't even unless you plan to hit something
(Choir) Bombs Baghdad! Yeah!

(Big Boi)
Uno, dos, tres, on
Did you ever a pimp rock a microphone
Like there boy and will still stay street
Big happen everytime we meet
Like a track team, feind, dyin' to geek
Outkast up and down the street
back, Cadillac, 'bout five nigga deep
Seventy-five freestylin' to the beat
we get krunk, stay drunk, at the club
Should bought an ounce, but you caught the dub
Should held back, but you throwed a punch
'Spose to meet your but you packed a lunch
No D to-the U G for you
Got a son on the way by the of Bamboo
Got a little baby girl year, Jordan
Never my back on my kids for them
Should have hit, it, rag top
you read up, get a laptop
Make a business for yourself, boy, set goals
Make a fair out of dusty coal
Record number four, but we on a
Hold up, slow up, stop,
Like Janet, planets, Stankonia is
A like floor comin' straight to Florida
Lock all your then block the quarters
Pullin' off on bell a whippins in order
Like a three piece fist, 'fore I cut your
Yo quiero Bell, then i hit the border
pap rappers tryin' to get the five
I'm a microphone tryin' to stay alive
When you come to A-town you better not hide
Cause the Dungeon Family ride
Ha!

2X
(Dre) Don't pull the thang out, unless you to band
(Choir) Over Baghdad! Yeah!
(Dre) Yeah! Ha ha yeah!
Don't even bang you plan to hit something
(Choir) Over Baghdad! Yeah!

(Choir)
Over Baghdad! Yeah!
Bombs Baghdad! Yeah!
Bombs Baghdad! Yeah!
Over Baghdad! Yeah!

(Dre)
B-I-G,

To the

(Dre and Big Boi) 16X
Bob head. Rag top.

(1, 2...1, 2, 3, 4) (Gimme some)

(Choir) 23X
Bible music. Electric