Luyện nghe bài hát Boom Bashin

Here comes the boom, with the hip hop bash as I and crash
How many gangsta rappers are last?
Not one, got done, I had fun
Doin em and screwin em and em and chewin em
I'm slick and I'm quick, up my sleeve is a
Hey! so what, I use funky drummers, my dick.
I'm still thick, with murderous 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
Don't eat spinach but I yam 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 ain't no hustler with bitches on my
are swimming in the water,
I oughta, boom bash and

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

You can get this, or you can get with that
But you can't get 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
Rhyme for rhyme, for head with a one go
I from brooklyn, it's wild like a jungle
Yeah, you get a cap jack, ya act wack,
I carry a can of flat in my napsack
Lookin for a to tag up, and brag up
And rag up, yo yo digga 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 the projects, I lose you
I didn't bruise you, I cruise through
Your neighborhood, in a impala
Dropped to the and, makin the girls holla
Rollin, rollin, rollin, I'm
Sorry officer, the car stolen
I don't care what you thought of me
I oughta be, far from
In my fashion, I and I bash and