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 name
Weather man tellin' us it gon' rain
So now we in a drop-top soakin' wet
In a silk suit not to sweat
Hits without 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 consequences, to give and for livin' defenses
Too hot, I'm jumpin'
Too low to dig, I might just touch
Hot! Get a life, now they sell
Then I might catch you a spell, look at what came in the
A and some Arm and Hammer, so grow grid and some baby m'ama
Black Cadillac and a pack of pampers, stack of with no answers
Cure for cancer, cure for
Make a nigga wanna onto it for days
Get back home, things are
We're not really able to spend all
he left, adds up to a ball of power
Thousands of thousands miles per
Hello, ghetto, let brain breathe,
Believe there's 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 rock a microphone
Like that there boy and will stay street
Big things happen everytime we
Like a track team, feind, dyin' to geek
bumpin' up and down the street
Slam back, Cadillac, 'bout five deep
Seventy-five emcees to the beat
Cause we get krunk, stay drunk, at the
Should bought an ounce, but you caught the dub
Should have held back, but you a punch
'Spose to meet your but you packed a lunch
No D U to-the G for you
Got a son on the way by the of Bamboo
Got a little girl four year, Jordan
Never turn my on my kids for them
Should 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
Record four, but we on a roll
Hold up, up, stop, control
Janet, planets, Stankonia is only
A movin' floor comin' straight to Florida
Lock all your windows then block the
Pullin' off on bell a whippins in order
Like a three piece fist, 'fore I cut your
Yo quiero Taco Bell, then i hit the
Penny pap rappers to get the five
I'm a microphone fiend to stay alive
When you come to A-town you better not hide
the Dungeon Family gonna ride
Ha!

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

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