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 with silverback orangutans
You stop a train
Who some? Don't come un-pre-pared
I'll be there, but when I there
Better be a household
man tellin' us it ain't gon' rain
So now we sittin' in a drop-top wet
In a suit tryin' not to sweat
somersaults 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 give and for defenses
Too hot, I'm jumpin'
Too low to dig, I might just hell
Hot! Get a life, now gon' sell
Then I might catch you a spell, look at came in the mail
A scale and some Arm and Hammer, so grow grid and baby m'ama
Black Cadillac and a pack of pampers, stack of questions with no
Cure for cancer, cure for
Make a nigga stay onto it for days
Get back home, are wrong
We're not able to spend all alone
Before he left, adds up to a of power
Thousands of miles per hour
Hello, ghetto, let your breathe,
Believe always more
Owwww!

2X
(Dre) Don't pull the thang out, you plan to band
(Choir) Bombs Baghdad! Yeah!
(Dre) Yeah! Ha ha yeah!
Don't even bang 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 there boy and will stay street
Big things everytime we meet
Like a track team, crack feind, to geek
Outkast bumpin' up and the street
Slam back, Cadillac, five nigga deep
Seventy-five freestylin' to the beat
we get krunk, stay drunk, at the club
Should have bought an ounce, but you the dub
Should have held back, but you a punch
'Spose to meet your girl but you packed a
No D U to-the G for you
Got a son on the way by the of Bamboo
Got a little girl four year, Jordan
Never turn my back on my kids for
have hit, quit it, rag top
Before you up, get a laptop
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 then block the quarters
Pullin' off on bell 'cause a 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 fiend to stay alive
you come to A-town well you better not hide
Cause the Dungeon Family gonna
Ha!

2X
(Dre) Don't 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) Bombs Baghdad! Yeah!

(Choir)
Over Baghdad! Yeah!
Bombs Baghdad! Yeah!
Bombs 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