Luyện nghe bài hát Bombs Over Baghdad

Dre)
1, 2... 1, 2, 3; yeah!
Inter-national,
Thunder pounds 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
be a household name
Weather man tellin' us it ain't gon'
So now we sittin' in a soakin' wet
In a suit tryin' 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 whatchu be
as you know consequences, to give and for livin' defenses
Too hot, I'm jail
Too low to dig, I just 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 pack of pampers, stack of questions with no
for cancer, cure for AIDS
Make a nigga wanna stay onto it for
Get back home, are wrong
We're not able to spend all alone
Before he left, adds up to a ball of
Thousands of thousands miles per
Hello, ghetto, let your breathe,
Believe there's more
Owwww!

2X
(Dre) Don't the thang out, unless you plan to band
(Choir) Bombs 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 rock a microphone
that there boy and will still stay street
Big things happen everytime we
a track team, crack feind, dyin' to geek
Outkast bumpin' up and down the
Slam back, Cadillac, 'bout five deep
Seventy-five emcees to the beat
Cause we get krunk, drunk, at the club
Should have an ounce, but you caught the dub
Should have held back, but you throwed a
'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 of Bamboo
Got a baby girl four year, Jordan
Never my back on my kids for them
have hit, quit it, rag top
Before you read up, get a
Make a for yourself, boy, set some goals
Make a fair dime out of coal
Record number four, but we on a
Hold up, up, stop, control
Like Janet, planets, Stankonia is
A movin' like floor comin' 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 daughter
Yo Taco Bell, then i hit the border
Penny pap tryin' 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 gonna ride
Ha!

2X
(Dre) pull the thang out, unless you plan to band
(Choir) Over Baghdad! Yeah!
(Dre) Yeah! Ha ha yeah!
even bang unless you plan to hit something
(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