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 million elephants with silverback
You can't a train
Who want some? Don't come
I'll be there, but when I leave
Better be a name
man tellin' us it ain't gon' rain
So now we in a drop-top soakin' wet
In a silk suit tryin' not to
Hits without the net
But this'll be the year that we forget
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 just touch hell
Hot! Get a life, now gon' sell
Then I might catch you a spell, look at what 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
for cancer, cure for AIDS
Make a nigga wanna stay onto it for
Get home, things are wrong
We're not really to spend all alone
he left, adds up to a ball of power
Thousands of thousands miles per
Hello, ghetto, let brain 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 even unless you plan to hit something
(Choir) Bombs Baghdad! Yeah!

(Big Boi)
Uno, dos, tres, on
Did you ever think a pimp a microphone
that there boy and will still stay street
Big things happen we meet
Like a team, crack feind, dyin' to geek
bumpin' up and down the street
Slam back, Cadillac, five nigga deep
emcees freestylin' to the beat
Cause we get krunk, drunk, at the club
have bought an ounce, but you caught the dub
Should have back, but you throwed a punch
'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 name of
Got a little girl four year, Jordan
Never my back on my kids for them
Should have hit, it, rag top
Before you up, get a laptop
Make a business for yourself, boy, set some
Make a fair out of dusty coal
Record number four, but we on a
Hold up, up, stop, control
Like Janet, planets, Stankonia is
A like floor comin' straight to Florida
Lock all your windows block the quarters
Pullin' off on bell 'cause a in order
Like a three piece fist, 'fore I cut daughter
Yo quiero Taco Bell, i hit the border
pap rappers tryin' to get the five
I'm a microphone tryin' to stay alive
When you come to A-town you better not hide
the Dungeon Family gonna ride
Ha!

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