Luyện nghe bài hát Boom Bashin

Here comes the boom, with the hip hop as I smash and crash
How many rappers are gonna 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 funky drummers, my dick.
I'm still thick, with beats and heavy kick
And I'm sick of the so-called shots ya lick
I slam and I slam and I slam, did I mention I slam
eat spinach but I yam what I yam
Death-defyin like a circus, I this
Mic, you jerk this, off-beat on purpose
I smoke dope, I don't carry a nine
I no hustler with bitches on my mind
are swimming in the water,
I oughta, bash and slaughta

I'ma break it down, and I do down, yo way down,
So far downtown the gonna call it underground
And niggaz know the fuckin score
'cause I'm raw, eddy,
And like they 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 your
'cause I'm pissed, and it's suicide to battle
Ummm, explosive, material
Grand imperial, me on cereal
I flow from the belly of a cow
Wipe ya brow, how ya 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 to the cerebellum
And 'em, my jams are so funky you can smell 'em
for rhyme, head for head with 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 in my napsack
for a wall to tag up, and brag up
And rag up, yo nigga yo digga raise the 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 bruise you, I cruise through
Your neighborhood, in a impala
Dropped to the ground and, makin the girls
Rollin, rollin, rollin, I'm
Sorry officer, the car ain't
I really don't care you thought of me
I oughta be, far from
In my fashion, I boom and I and