Luyện nghe bài hát Bombs Over Baghdad

Dre)
1, 2... 1, 2, 3; yeah!
Inter-national,
Thunder pounds when I stomp the (Woo!)
Like a million elephants with orangutans
You can't stop a
Who want some? come un-pre-pared
I'll be there, but when I there
Better be a name
man tellin' 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 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 jumpin'
Too low to dig, I might just touch
Hot! Get a life, now they sell
Then I might you a spell, look at what came in the mail
A and some Arm and Hammer, so grow grid and some baby m'ama
Cadillac and a pack of pampers, stack of questions with no answers
Cure for cancer, cure for
Make a nigga wanna stay onto it for
Get back home, are wrong
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,
there's always more
Owwww!

2X
(Dre) Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to
(Choir) Bombs 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 think a pimp rock a microphone
Like that boy and will still stay street
Big things happen everytime we
Like a track team, crack feind, to geek
Outkast up and down the street
Slam back, Cadillac, 'bout five nigga
Seventy-five emcees to the beat
Cause we get krunk, stay drunk, at the
Should have bought an ounce, but you the dub
Should have held back, but you throwed a
'Spose to meet your but you packed a lunch
No D U to-the G for you
Got a son on the way by the of Bamboo
Got a little baby girl four year,
Never turn my on my kids for them
Should have hit, it, rag top
Before you read up, get a
a business for yourself, boy, set some goals
Make a dime out of dusty coal
number four, but we on a roll
Hold up, slow up, stop,
Like Janet, planets, Stankonia is
A movin' floor comin' straight to Florida
Lock all your windows then block the
Pullin' off on bell 'cause a whippins in
Like a three piece fist, 'fore I cut daughter
Yo Taco Bell, then i hit the border
Penny pap rappers 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 gonna ride
Ha!

2X
(Dre) pull 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
Bible music. revival