Luyện nghe bài hát Dynomite (Going Postal)

"Dy-no-mite!"]
Blaaaaze!

Wait the phone, muh'fucker pass the mic
Spread the word Pastor Ike, this ain't mass but like
We ain't congregatin, mashin
The boys in blue, show you what the brass is like
The perfect storm, like disaster strike
Or Knievel when he his bike
I'm the ashy type, like the knuckles on an inmate up
'Cept I on the grind, my "Blue Collar" popped up
Blue collar rap, why I call it
Shit I know my niggaz that U-Haul done hauled back
You ain't a up man? Well you fall and crawl back
You a long distance thug, the fuck you call
See - is how a track should pound
And if King was alive this is how he sound
"You a soft-ass nigga, you a mark, you a
lame, you a coward, you a punk, you a chuuump"

I'm the light, I'm the fuse,
I'm {"Dy-no-mite!"}
Niggaz runnin for from the fallin debris
I'm {"Dy-no-mite!"}
Explosive, nigga blowin up the
I'm {"Dy-no-mite!"}
I'm the keg, I'm the powder, I'm the fuse, I'm the
If it look a fire I'm {"Dy-no-mite!"}

You would never stand the
What the preachin what the teacher taught
I dropped out of school, stayed on the and fought
Disciples! Jeffrey manner to be exact
Where how you wear yo' hat you prone to attack
you, made you, made you go and get a strap
And keep you bustin your enemies was gone from the map
Like a killer or a man or a when I stand
Open my bitch, I got the world in my hand
Got a gun and a plan, I got the and the Qu'ran
I got a bomb I live in Iran
I got niggaz to ride me, hold me down in the street
And deep I wonder if they the beast, I mean
I mean the police, the feds that them street
Get in the studio, then try to my speech
Like a rat stool pidgeon or a mark or a
lame, you a coward, you a punk, you a chump

You would sell your own momma for a piece of a
A piece of the crunk, that ain't where you from
Youse a (what~!) that's right, a fuckin follower
Probably wearin a wire, so I even talk to ya
You think these is thugs, they officers
the oficers, tell 'em get 'em officers, 'fore I show you
'Bout a killer or a man or a giant I stand
Open my palm bitch, I got the world in my
Got a gun and a plan, I got the and the Qu'ran
I got your toddler in the of a van
I got a hostage and a list of demands, I gotta
a thousand dollars say you couldn't sit where I stand
All niggaz that spit threats, hoes that get wet
My runnin to the toilet, you ain't seen shit yet
Yet, yet and still I keep it hot like, Mexican
I got a Cadillac Deville
I can show you how to flip for
Gangsters don't the rock, but they know how to flip it and chill
Dime bag-ass niggaz large
the Patriot Act come hit they ass with the terrorist charge
And we, is what made it fo'
You think it's all about It's a war on the po', we gotta go
Like a killer or a man or a when he stand
Open your palm bitch, we got the world in our