Luyện nghe bài hát Bombs Over Baghdad

Dre)
1, 2... 1, 2, 3; yeah!
Inter-national,
Thunder pounds when I the ground (Woo!)
Like a million elephants silverback orangutans
You stop a train
Who some? Don't come un-pre-pared
I'll be there, but when I leave
Better be a household
Weather man tellin' us it ain't gon'
So now we sittin' in a soakin' wet
In a silk suit tryin' not to
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
Long as you know consequences, to and for livin' defenses
Too hot, I'm jumpin'
Too low to dig, I might just touch
Hot! Get a life, now they gon'
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 m'ama
Black Cadillac and a pack of pampers, stack of questions no answers
for cancer, cure for AIDS
Make a nigga stay onto it for days
Get home, things 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 brain breathe,
Believe always more
Owwww!

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 you plan to hit something
(Choir) Over Baghdad! Yeah!

(Big Boi)
Uno, dos, tres, on
Did you ever think a rock a microphone
Like there boy and will still stay street
Big things happen everytime we
Like a team, crack feind, dyin' to geek
Outkast bumpin' up and the street
Slam back, Cadillac, 'bout five deep
Seventy-five emcees freestylin' to the
we get krunk, stay drunk, at the club
Should have an ounce, but you caught the dub
Should have held back, but you throwed a
'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 baby girl four year, Jordan
turn 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 some
Make a fair dime out of dusty
Record number four, but we on a
up, slow up, stop, control
Like Janet, planets, Stankonia is
A movin' like comin' straight to Florida
all your windows then block the quarters
Pullin' off on 'cause a whippins in order
a three piece fist, 'fore I cut your daughter
Yo quiero Bell, then i hit the border
Penny pap rappers to get the five
I'm a microphone fiend to stay alive
When you come to A-town well you better not
Cause the Dungeon Family gonna
Ha!

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

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