Luyện nghe bài hát Boom Bashin

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

I'ma it down, and I do mean down, yo way down,
So far downtown the gonna call it underground
And niggaz betta know the score
'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 for the hills
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 battle
Ummm, explosive, material
Grand imperial, pour me on
I flow from the belly of a cow
Wipe ya brow, how ya me now

You can get this, or you can get with that
But you get with the man with the mad snap hat
I take em out one blow to the cerebellum
And 'em, my jams are so funky you can smell 'em
Rhyme for rhyme, head for with a one go
I come from brooklyn, it's like a jungle
Yeah, you get a cap jack, ya act wack,
I carry a can of flat black in my
Lookin for a 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 place like home and on ya wheels
Chasin through the projects, I you
Hope I didn't bruise you, I through
Your neighborhood, in a impala
to the ground and, makin the girls holla
Rollin, rollin, rollin, I'm
Sorry officer, the car stolen
I really don't care you thought of me
I oughta be, far from
In my fashion, I and I bash and