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 elephants with silverback orangutans
You stop a train
Who want some? Don't come
I'll be there, but when I leave
Better be a name
Weather man tellin' us it gon' rain
So now we sittin' in a drop-top wet
In a silk suit tryin' not to
Hits somersaults the net
But be the year that we won't forget
One-nine-nine-nine, and brutha anything goes, be wanna be
Long as you know consequences, to give and for livin'
Too hot, I'm jail
Too low to dig, I just 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 grid and some baby m'ama
Black and a pack of pampers, stack of questions with no answers
Cure for cancer, for AIDS
Make a nigga stay onto it for days
Get back home, things are
We're not able to spend all alone
Before he left, up to a ball of power
Thousands of miles per hour
Hello, ghetto, let brain breathe,
Believe always more
Owwww!

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

(Big Boi)
Uno, dos, tres, on
Did you ever a pimp rock a microphone
Like that there boy and still stay street
Big things happen everytime we
a track team, crack feind, dyin' to geek
Outkast up and down the street
Slam back, Cadillac, 'bout nigga deep
Seventy-five emcees to the beat
Cause we get krunk, drunk, at the club
Should have bought an ounce, but you the dub
Should held back, but you throwed a punch
'Spose to meet your girl but you 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 on my kids for them
Should have hit, it, rag top
Before you up, get a laptop
Make a business for yourself, boy, set goals
Make a fair dime out of dusty
Record number four, but we on a
Hold up, up, stop, control
Like Janet, planets, is only
A movin' like floor comin' to Florida
all your windows then block the quarters
Pullin' off on bell 'cause a whippins in
Like a three piece fist, 'fore I cut daughter
Yo quiero Taco Bell, 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 not hide
Cause the Dungeon Family gonna
Ha!

2X
(Dre) Don't pull the 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) Over Baghdad! Yeah!

(Choir)
Bombs 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