Luyện nghe bài hát Dynomite (Going Postal)

"Dy-no-mite!"]
Blaaaaze!

Wait hold the phone, pass the mic
the word like Pastor Ike, this ain't mass but like
We ain't congregatin, tonight
The boys in blue, I'll show you what the is like
The perfect storm, like when disaster
Or Knievel he crashed his bike
I'm the type, like the knuckles on an inmate locked up
I stay on the grind, my "Blue Collar" popped up
Blue collar rap, why I it that?
Shit I know my real niggaz that U-Haul hauled back
You ain't a up man? Well you fall and crawl back
You a distance thug, the fuck you call that?
See - this is how a track pound
And if King was alive is how he would sound
"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!"}
Niggaz runnin for from the fallin debris
I'm {"Dy-no-mite!"}
Explosive, blowin 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 the challenge
What the preacher what the teacher taught
I dropped out of school, stayed on the street and
Like Disciples! Jeffrey manner to be
Where how you wear yo' hat made you prone to
Made you, made you, made you go and get a
And keep you bustin 'til your enemies was gone the map
a killer or a man or a giant when 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 a bomb like I live in
I got to ride 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, try to influence my speech
Like a rat stool or a mark or a gump
Fuckin lame, you a coward, you a punk, you a

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