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 elephants 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 gon' rain
So now we in a drop-top soakin' wet
In a silk suit tryin' not to
somersaults without the net
But be the year that we won't forget
One-nine-nine-nine, and brutha goes, be whatchu wanna be
Long as you know consequences, to and for livin' defenses
Too hot, I'm jail
Too low to dig, I might just hell
Hot! Get a life, now gon' 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 and a pack of pampers, stack of questions with no answers
Cure for cancer, cure for
Make a nigga wanna onto it for days
Get home, things are wrong
We're not really able to all alone
Before he left, adds up to a ball of
of thousands miles per hour
Hello, ghetto, let brain breathe,
Believe always more
Owwww!

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

(Big Boi)
Uno, dos, tres, on
Did you ever think a pimp a microphone
Like that boy and will still stay street
Big things everytime we meet
Like a team, crack feind, dyin' to geek
Outkast up and down the street
Slam back, Cadillac, 'bout nigga deep
Seventy-five emcees freestylin' to the
Cause we get krunk, drunk, at the club
Should bought an ounce, but you caught the dub
Should have held back, but you a punch
'Spose to meet girl but you packed a lunch
No D to-the U G for you
Got a son on the way by the name of
Got a baby girl four year, Jordan
Never turn my back on my kids for
have hit, quit it, rag top
Before you up, get a laptop
a business for yourself, boy, set some goals
Make a fair dime out of dusty
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 windows then block the
off on bell 'cause a whippins in order
Like a piece fist, 'fore I cut your daughter
Yo quiero Bell, then i hit the border
pap rappers tryin' to get the five
I'm a microphone fiend tryin' to stay
When you to A-town well you better not hide
the Dungeon Family gonna ride
Ha!

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

(Choir)
Over 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
music. Electric revival