Luyện nghe bài hát Bombs Over Baghdad

Dre)
1, 2... 1, 2, 3; yeah!
Inter-national,
pounds when I stomp the ground (Woo!)
Like a million elephants with silverback
You can't a train
Who want some? Don't come
I'll be there, but I leave there
Better be a household
Weather man us it ain't gon' rain
So now we in a drop-top soakin' wet
In a silk suit tryin' not to
Hits somersaults the net
But this'll be the year that we forget
One-nine-nine-nine, and brutha anything goes, be wanna be
Long as you know consequences, to give and for defenses
Too hot, I'm jumpin'
Too low to dig, I might touch hell
Hot! Get a life, now gon' sell
Then I might you a spell, look at what came in the mail
A scale and some Arm and Hammer, so grow grid and baby m'ama
Black Cadillac and a of pampers, stack of questions with no answers
for cancer, cure for AIDS
Make a nigga wanna onto it for days
Get back home, are wrong
not really able to spend all alone
Before he left, up to a ball of power
of thousands miles per hour
Hello, ghetto, let your breathe,
Believe there's more
Owwww!

2X
(Dre) Don't the thang 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 think a pimp a microphone
that there boy and will still stay street
Big happen everytime we meet
Like a track team, feind, dyin' to geek
Outkast bumpin' up and the street
back, Cadillac, 'bout five nigga deep
Seventy-five emcees to the beat
we get krunk, stay drunk, at the club
Should have bought an ounce, but you the dub
Should have held back, but you throwed a
'Spose to meet your girl but you a lunch
No D to-the U G for you
Got a son on the way by the name of
Got a little girl four year, Jordan
Never turn my back on my kids for
Should hit, quit it, rag top
Before you up, get a laptop
Make a for yourself, boy, set some goals
Make a fair dime out of coal
number four, but we on a roll
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 'cause a in order
Like a piece fist, 'fore I cut your daughter
Yo Taco Bell, then i hit the border
Penny pap rappers tryin' to get the
I'm a microphone fiend tryin' to stay
you come to A-town well you better not hide
Cause the Dungeon Family ride
Ha!

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