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 elephants with silverback orangutans
You stop 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 gon' rain
So now we sittin' in a drop-top wet
In a suit tryin' not to sweat
Hits without the net
But this'll be the year that we won't
One-nine-nine-nine, and brutha anything goes, be wanna be
Long as you know consequences, to and for livin' defenses
Too hot, I'm jail
Too low to dig, I might just hell
Hot! Get a life, now gon' sell
Then I might catch you a spell, look at what in the mail
A scale and Arm and Hammer, so grow grid and some baby m'ama
Black and a pack of pampers, stack of questions with no answers
for cancer, cure for AIDS
Make a nigga wanna stay it for days
Get home, things are wrong
We're not really able to spend all
Before he left, adds up to a ball of
Thousands of thousands miles per
Hello, ghetto, let your breathe,
Believe always 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) Over Baghdad! Yeah!

(Big Boi)
Uno, dos, tres, on
Did you ever a pimp rock a microphone
Like that there boy and will still stay
Big things everytime we meet
Like a team, crack feind, dyin' to geek
Outkast bumpin' up and down the
Slam back, Cadillac, five nigga deep
Seventy-five 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 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 little baby four year, Jordan
Never turn my on my kids for them
Should have hit, it, rag top
you read up, get a laptop
Make a for yourself, boy, set some goals
Make a fair out of dusty coal
Record four, but we on a roll
Hold up, slow up, stop,
Like Janet, planets, Stankonia is
A movin' like floor comin' straight to
Lock all your windows then block the
Pullin' off on 'cause a whippins in order
Like a three piece fist, 'fore I cut your
Yo Taco Bell, then i hit the border
Penny pap tryin' to get the five
I'm a microphone fiend tryin' to alive
you come to A-town well you better not hide
Cause the Family gonna ride
Ha!

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

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