Luyện nghe bài hát Bombs Over Baghdad

Dre)
1, 2... 1, 2, 3; yeah!
Inter-national,
Thunder when I stomp the ground (Woo!)
Like a million with silverback orangutans
You can't a train
Who want some? Don't un-pre-pared
I'll be there, but when I leave
be a household name
Weather man tellin' us it gon' rain
So now we sittin' in a drop-top wet
In a silk tryin' not to sweat
somersaults without the net
But be the year that we won't forget
One-nine-nine-nine, and anything goes, be whatchu wanna be
Long as you know consequences, to give and for livin'
Too hot, I'm jail
Too low to dig, I might just touch
Hot! Get a life, now gon' sell
Then I 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 Cadillac and a pack of pampers, stack of questions no answers
Cure for cancer, cure for
Make a wanna stay onto it for days
Get back home, things are
We're not able to spend all alone
Before he left, adds up to a ball of
Thousands of thousands miles per
Hello, ghetto, let your breathe,
Believe there's more
Owwww!

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) Bombs Baghdad! Yeah!

(Big Boi)
Uno, dos, tres, on
Did you ever think a pimp rock a
Like that boy and will still stay street
Big things happen everytime we
Like a track team, feind, dyin' to geek
Outkast bumpin' up and the street
back, Cadillac, 'bout five nigga deep
Seventy-five freestylin' to the beat
we get krunk, stay drunk, at the club
Should have 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 name of
Got a baby girl four year, Jordan
Never turn my back on my for them
have hit, quit it, rag top
Before you up, get a laptop
a business for yourself, boy, set some 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' floor comin' straight to Florida
Lock all windows then block the quarters
Pullin' off on bell 'cause a whippins in
Like a three piece fist, I cut your daughter
Yo quiero Bell, then i hit the border
Penny pap tryin' to get the five
I'm a microphone fiend tryin' to stay
When you come to A-town 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 unless you plan to hit something
(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
music. Electric revival