Luyện nghe bài hát Boom Bashin

Here comes the boom, with the hip hop as I smash and crash
How many gangsta rappers are last?
Not one, got done, I had fun
em and screwin em and booin em and chewin em
I'm and I'm quick, up my sleeve is a trick
Hey! so what, I use drummers, suck my dick.
I'm still thick, with beats and heavy kick
And I'm of the so-called shots ya gonna lick
I slam and I and I slam, did I mention that I slam
Don't eat but I yam what I yam
Death-defyin like a circus, I work
Mic, you jerk this, off-beat on purpose
I never smoke dope, I carry a nine
I ain't no hustler with bitches on my
Gangstas are in the water,
I oughta, bash and slaughta

I'ma break it down, and I do down, yo way down,
So far the devil's gonna call it underground
And niggaz betta know the fuckin
'cause I'm raw, eddy,
And like confetti get tore
Up, the floor, up,
There's no
And my gettin sprayed in ya face as I rhyme
So run run run, ya better head for the
Get ya gun gun gun, and ya pills
And a rope for ya neck, and a razor for wrists
'cause I'm pissed, and it's suicide to this
Ummm, explosive, material
Grand imperial, pour me on
'cause I flow the belly of a cow
ya brow, how ya like me now

You can get with this, or you can get that
But you get with the man with the mad snap hat
I take em out with one blow to the
And tell 'em, my jams are so you can smell 'em
Rhyme for rhyme, head for head a one go
I come from brooklyn, wild like a jungle
Yeah, you get a cap jack, ya act wack,
I carry a can of flat black in my
for a wall to tag up, and brag up
And rag up, yo nigga yo raise the flag up
I click my heels, and good is how it feels
There's no like home and chrome on ya wheels
Chasin through the projects, I you
I didn't bruise you, I cruise through
Your neighborhood, in a chevrolet
Dropped to the and, makin the girls holla
Rollin, rollin, rollin, I'm
Sorry officer, the car ain't
I don't care what you thought of me
I oughta be, far orderly
In my fashion, I and I bash and