Luyện nghe bài hát Bombs Over Baghdad

Dre)
1, 2... 1, 2, 3; yeah!
Inter-national,
Thunder pounds I stomp the ground (Woo!)
a million elephants with silverback orangutans
You can't a train
Who want some? come un-pre-pared
I'll be there, but when I leave
be a household name
Weather man tellin' us it ain't rain
So now we sittin' in a soakin' wet
In a silk tryin' not to sweat
Hits somersaults the net
But this'll be the year that we won't
One-nine-nine-nine, and anything goes, be whatchu wanna be
Long as you know consequences, to give and for defenses
Too hot, I'm jail
Too low to dig, I just touch hell
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 baby
Black Cadillac and a pack of pampers, of questions with no answers
Cure for cancer, for AIDS
Make a nigga wanna stay onto it for
Get back home, things are
We're not able to spend all alone
Before he left, adds up to a of power
of thousands miles per hour
Hello, ghetto, let your breathe,
Believe there's more
Owwww!

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

(Big Boi)
Uno, dos, tres, on
Did you think a pimp rock a microphone
that there boy and will still stay street
Big things happen everytime we
Like a team, crack feind, dyin' to geek
bumpin' up and down the street
Slam back, Cadillac, 'bout five deep
emcees freestylin' 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
to meet your 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 little baby girl year, Jordan
Never turn my on my kids for them
have hit, quit it, rag top
Before you read up, get a
Make a business for yourself, boy, set goals
Make a dime out of dusty coal
number four, but we on a roll
Hold up, up, stop, control
Like Janet, planets, 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 fist, 'fore I cut your daughter
Yo quiero Bell, then i hit the border
pap rappers tryin' to get the five
I'm a fiend tryin' to stay alive
When you come to A-town well you better not
Cause the Dungeon Family gonna
Ha!

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