Luyện nghe bài hát Dynomite (Going Postal)

"Dy-no-mite!"]
Blaaaaze!

Wait hold the phone, pass the mic
Spread the word like Pastor Ike, this mass but like
We ain't congregatin, tonight
The boys in blue, I'll show you the brass is like
The perfect storm, like when disaster
Or when 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 niggaz that U-Haul done hauled back
You ain't a stand up man? Well you fall and crawl
You a long distance thug, the you call that?
See - this is how a track pound
And if King was alive this is how he would
"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 the challenge
What the preacher preachin what the teacher
I dropped out of school, on the street and fought
Like Disciples! Jeffrey manner to be
Where how you wear yo' hat made you prone to
Made you, made you, you go and get a strap
And keep you bustin 'til enemies was gone from the map
Like 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 bible and the
I got a bomb like I live in
I got to ride with me, hold me down in the street
And deep down I if they the beast, I mean
I the police, the feds that police them street
Get in the studio, try to influence my speech
Like a rat stool pidgeon or a mark or a
lame, you a coward, you a punk, you a chump

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