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 silverback orangutans
You can't stop a
Who some? Don't come un-pre-pared
I'll be there, but when I there
be a household name
Weather man tellin' us it gon' rain
So now we sittin' in a soakin' wet
In a silk suit tryin' not to
Hits without the net
But this'll be the year we won't forget
One-nine-nine-nine, and brutha goes, be whatchu wanna be
Long as you know consequences, to give and for defenses
Too hot, I'm jail
Too low to dig, I might touch hell
Hot! Get a life, now they gon'
Then I might you a spell, look at what came in the mail
A scale and some Arm and Hammer, so grow grid and baby m'ama
Black Cadillac and a of pampers, stack of questions with no answers
Cure for cancer, for AIDS
Make a nigga stay onto it for days
Get back home, things are
We're not able to spend all alone
Before he left, adds up to a ball of
Thousands of thousands per hour
Hello, ghetto, let brain breathe,
there's always more
Owwww!

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

(Big Boi)
Uno, dos, tres, on
Did you ever think a pimp a microphone
Like that there boy and will still street
Big things happen everytime we
Like a track team, feind, dyin' to geek
Outkast up and down the street
Slam back, Cadillac, 'bout five nigga
Seventy-five freestylin' to the beat
Cause we get krunk, drunk, at the club
Should bought an ounce, but you caught the dub
Should held back, but you throwed a punch
to meet your girl 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 baby girl year, Jordan
Never turn my on my kids for them
have hit, quit it, rag top
Before you read up, get a
Make a for yourself, boy, set some goals
Make a dime out of dusty coal
number four, but we on a roll
Hold up, up, stop, control
Janet, planets, Stankonia is only
A movin' like floor comin' to Florida
all your windows then block the quarters
Pullin' off on 'cause a whippins in order
Like a three piece fist, 'fore I cut daughter
Yo Taco Bell, then i hit the border
pap rappers tryin' to get the five
I'm a microphone fiend to stay alive
When you come to A-town you better not hide
Cause the Dungeon Family gonna
Ha!

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

(Choir)
Bombs Baghdad! Yeah!
Bombs 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. Electric