Luyện nghe bài hát Boom Bashin

Here comes the boom, with the hip hop as I smash and crash
How many gangsta rappers are gonna
Not one, got done, I had fun
Doin em and screwin em and booin em and em
I'm and I'm quick, up my sleeve is a trick
Hey! so what, I use funky drummers, my dick.
I'm thick, with murderous beats and heavy kick
And I'm sick of the so-called shots ya gonna
I and I slam and I slam, did I mention that I slam
Don't eat but I yam what I yam
like a circus, I work this
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
are swimming in the water,
I oughta, boom bash and

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 fuckin
'cause I'm raw, eddy,
And like confetti they get
Up, the floor, up,
There's no
And my spits gettin sprayed in ya 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 suicide to battle this
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 em out with one blow to the cerebellum
And tell 'em, my jams are so funky you can 'em
Rhyme for rhyme, for head with a one go
I come from brooklyn, it's like a jungle
Yeah, you get a cap jack, ya act wack,
I a can of flat black in my napsack
Lookin for a 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 like home and chrome on ya wheels
Chasin through the projects, I you
Hope I bruise you, I cruise through
neighborhood, in a chevrolet impala
Dropped to the and, makin the girls holla
Rollin, rollin, rollin, I'm
Sorry officer, the car stolen
I really don't care what you of me
I be, far from orderly
In my fashion, I and I bash and