Luyện nghe bài hát Dynomite (Going Postal)

"Dy-no-mite!"]
Blaaaaze!

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

I'm the light, I'm the fuse,
I'm {"Dy-no-mite!"}
runnin for cover from the fallin debris
I'm {"Dy-no-mite!"}
Explosive, nigga up the streets
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 preacher preachin the teacher taught
I dropped out of school, stayed on the street and
Like Disciples! Jeffrey manner to be
Where how you yo' hat made you prone to attack
Made you, you, made you go and get a strap
And keep you bustin 'til your enemies was from the map
Like a killer or a man or a giant I stand
my palm bitch, I got the world in my hand
Got a gun and a plan, I got the bible and the
I got a like I live in Iran
I got niggaz to with me, hold me down in the street
And deep down I wonder if the beast, I mean
I mean the police, the feds police them street
Get in the studio, then try to influence my
Like a rat stool pidgeon or a or a gump
lame, you a coward, you a punk, you a chump

You sell your own momma for a piece of a crumb
A of the crunk, that ain't even where you from
Youse a follower (what~!) right, a fuckin follower
Probably wearin a wire, so I don't talk to ya
You think these niggaz is thugs, they
Call the oficers, tell 'em get 'em officers, I show you
a killer or a man or a giant when I stand
Open my palm bitch, I got the in my hand
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
'bout a thousand dollars say you couldn't sit I stand
All these that spit threats, hoes that get wet
My style's to the toilet, you ain't seen shit yet
Yet, yet and still I keep it hot like, meals
I got a stretch Deville
I can you how to flip for real
Gangsters don't hold the rock, but they know how to it and chill
Dime bag-ass niggaz large
When the Patriot Act hit they ass with the terrorist charge
And we, is what they it fo'
You it's all about Arabs? It's a war on the po', we gotta go
a killer or a man or a giant when he stand
Open your palm bitch, we got the in our hand