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 silverback orangutans
You stop a train
Who want some? Don't un-pre-pared
be there, but when I leave 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 not to sweat
Hits without the net
But be the year that we won't forget
One-nine-nine-nine, and anything goes, be whatchu wanna be
as you know consequences, to give and for livin' defenses
Too hot, I'm jumpin'
Too low to dig, I might touch hell
Hot! Get a life, now gon' sell
I might catch 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 no answers
Cure for cancer, for AIDS
Make a nigga wanna stay it for days
Get back home, things are
We're not really to spend all alone
Before he left, adds up to a ball of
of thousands miles per hour
Hello, ghetto, let your breathe,
Believe there's always
Owwww!

2X
(Dre) Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to
(Choir) Bombs Baghdad! Yeah!
(Dre) Yeah! Ha ha yeah!
Don't even bang you plan 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 nigga
emcees freestylin' to the beat
Cause we get krunk, stay drunk, at the
Should have bought an ounce, but you the dub
Should held back, but you throwed a punch
'Spose to meet your girl but you packed a
No D to-the U G for you
Got a son on the way by the of Bamboo
Got a little baby girl year, Jordan
turn my back on my kids for them
Should hit, quit it, rag top
you read up, get a laptop
Make a business for yourself, boy, set goals
Make a fair dime out of coal
number four, but we on a roll
Hold up, slow up, stop,
Janet, planets, Stankonia is only
A movin' like floor comin' to Florida
Lock all your windows then the quarters
off on bell 'cause a whippins in order
Like a three piece fist, I cut your daughter
Yo quiero Taco Bell, i hit the border
Penny pap rappers to get the five
I'm a microphone fiend to stay alive
you come to A-town well you better not hide
Cause the Dungeon Family gonna
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 unless you plan to hit something
(Choir) Bombs Baghdad! Yeah!

(Choir)
Bombs Baghdad! Yeah!
Bombs 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