Luyện nghe bài hát Bombs Over Baghdad

Dre)
1, 2... 1, 2, 3; yeah!
Inter-national,
Thunder pounds when I the ground (Woo!)
a million elephants with silverback orangutans
You can't a train
Who want some? Don't un-pre-pared
I'll be there, but I leave there
Better be a household
man tellin' us it ain't gon' rain
So now we sittin' in a soakin' wet
In a silk suit not to sweat
Hits somersaults the net
But this'll be the year that we 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 catch you a spell, look at what in the mail
A scale and some Arm and Hammer, so grow grid and some m'ama
Black Cadillac and a pack of pampers, of questions with no answers
Cure for cancer, cure for
Make a wanna stay onto it for days
Get home, things are wrong
We're not able to spend all alone
he left, adds up to a ball of power
Thousands of thousands per hour
Hello, ghetto, let your breathe,
Believe there's 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 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 still stay street
Big happen everytime we meet
Like a track team, feind, dyin' to geek
Outkast up and down the street
Slam back, Cadillac, 'bout nigga deep
Seventy-five freestylin' to the beat
Cause we get krunk, drunk, at the club
Should have an ounce, but you caught the dub
Should have held back, but you throwed a
'Spose to meet your girl but you a lunch
No D U to-the G for you
Got a son on the way by the of Bamboo
Got a baby 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 for yourself, boy, set some goals
Make a fair out of dusty coal
Record number four, but we on a
Hold up, slow up, stop,
Janet, planets, Stankonia is only
A movin' like comin' straight to Florida
Lock all windows then block the quarters
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 rappers to get the five
I'm a microphone tryin' to stay alive
When you to A-town well you better not hide
Cause the Dungeon Family gonna
Ha!

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!

(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