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 elephants with silverback orangutans
You can't a train
Who want Don't come un-pre-pared
I'll be there, but when I there
Better be a name
Weather man us it ain't gon' rain
So now we in a drop-top soakin' wet
In a silk tryin' not to sweat
somersaults without the net
But this'll be the year that we won't
One-nine-nine-nine, and brutha anything goes, be whatchu be
Long as you know consequences, to and for livin' defenses
Too hot, I'm jumpin'
Too low to dig, I might 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 Arm and Hammer, so grow grid and some baby m'ama
Black Cadillac and a pack of pampers, stack of with no answers
Cure for cancer, cure for
Make a wanna stay onto it for days
Get back home, things are
We're not really able to spend all
Before he left, up to a ball of power
Thousands of thousands miles per
Hello, ghetto, let brain breathe,
Believe always more
Owwww!

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

(Big Boi)
Uno, dos, tres, on
Did you ever a pimp rock a microphone
Like that boy and will still stay street
Big happen everytime we meet
Like a team, crack feind, dyin' to geek
bumpin' up and down the street
Slam back, Cadillac, 'bout five nigga
Seventy-five emcees freestylin' to the
Cause we get krunk, stay drunk, at the
have bought an ounce, but you caught the dub
Should have held back, but you a punch
'Spose to your girl but you packed a lunch
No D U to-the G for you
Got a son on the way by the name of
Got a little baby four year, Jordan
Never my back on my kids for them
Should have hit, it, rag top
Before you read up, get a
Make a business for yourself, boy, set some
Make a dime out of dusty coal
number four, but we on a roll
Hold up, up, stop, control
Janet, planets, Stankonia is only
A movin' like floor comin' straight to
Lock all your then block the quarters
Pullin' off on bell 'cause a whippins in
Like a three piece fist, 'fore I cut daughter
Yo quiero 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 well you better not hide
Cause the Family gonna ride
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 unless you plan to hit something
(Choir) Over 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
music. Electric revival