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 can't stop a
Who want some? come un-pre-pared
I'll be there, but when I there
Better be a household
Weather man tellin' us it gon' rain
So now we in a drop-top soakin' wet
In a silk suit not to sweat
Hits without the net
But be the year that we won't forget
One-nine-nine-nine, and brutha goes, be whatchu wanna be
as you know consequences, to give and for livin' defenses
Too hot, I'm jail
Too low to dig, I might just hell
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 baby
Cadillac and a pack of pampers, stack of questions with no answers
Cure for cancer, cure for
Make a wanna stay onto it for days
Get back home, things are
We're not really to spend all alone
Before he left, up to a ball of power
Thousands of thousands per hour
Hello, ghetto, let brain breathe,
there's always more
Owwww!

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

(Big Boi)
Uno, dos, tres, on
Did you ever think a pimp rock a
Like that there boy and will stay street
Big things happen we meet
Like a track team, crack feind, to geek
Outkast bumpin' up and down the
Slam back, Cadillac, 'bout five nigga
Seventy-five emcees to the beat
Cause we get krunk, stay drunk, at the
Should bought an ounce, but you caught the dub
Should have back, but you throwed 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 baby girl four year,
Never turn my 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 dime out of dusty
Record number four, but we on a
Hold up, slow up, stop,
Janet, planets, Stankonia is only
A movin' like floor comin' to Florida
Lock all your then block the quarters
Pullin' off on bell a whippins in order
Like a three fist, 'fore I cut your daughter
Yo quiero Taco Bell, then i hit the
Penny pap tryin' to get the five
I'm a fiend tryin' to stay alive
When you come to A-town you better not hide
Cause the Dungeon gonna ride
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 bang unless you 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
Bible music. Electric