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 elephants with silverback orangutans
You stop a train
Who want some? Don't come
I'll be there, but I leave there
Better be a name
Weather man us it ain't gon' rain
So now we sittin' in a drop-top wet
In a silk 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 livin'
Too hot, I'm jail
Too low to dig, I might just hell
Hot! Get a life, now they sell
I might catch you a spell, look at what came in the mail
A scale and some Arm and Hammer, so grow and some baby m'ama
Cadillac and a pack of pampers, stack of questions with no answers
Cure for cancer, for AIDS
Make a nigga wanna onto it for days
Get home, things are wrong
We're not really able to all alone
Before he left, up to a ball of power
of thousands miles per hour
Hello, ghetto, let your breathe,
Believe there's more
Owwww!

2X
(Dre) Don't pull the out, unless you plan to band
(Choir) Over 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 ever think a pimp rock a
Like there boy and will still stay street
Big things happen everytime we
a track team, crack feind, dyin' to geek
Outkast bumpin' up and down the
Slam back, Cadillac, 'bout five deep
emcees freestylin' to the beat
Cause we get krunk, stay drunk, at the
Should have an ounce, but you caught the dub
have held back, but you throwed a punch
'Spose to meet your but you packed a lunch
No D to-the U G for you
Got a son on the way by the of Bamboo
Got a little baby girl year, Jordan
turn my back on my kids for them
Should hit, quit it, rag top
you read up, get a laptop
Make a for yourself, boy, set some goals
a fair dime out of dusty coal
Record four, but we on a roll
up, slow up, stop, control
Like Janet, planets, Stankonia is
A like floor comin' straight to Florida
Lock all your windows then block the
Pullin' off on bell a whippins 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 fiend tryin' to alive
When you come to well you better not hide
Cause the Dungeon gonna ride
Ha!

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

(Choir)
Bombs Baghdad! Yeah!
Over 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