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 brass is
The perfect storm, like disaster strike
Or Knievel when he crashed his
I'm the ashy type, like the on an inmate locked up
'Cept I stay on the grind, my "Blue Collar" up
Blue collar rap, why I call it
I know my real niggaz that U-Haul done 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 should
And if King was alive this is how he 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!"}
runnin for cover 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 like a fire I'm {"Dy-no-mite!"}

You never stand the challenge
the preacher preachin what the teacher taught
I dropped out of school, stayed on the street and
Like Disciples! Jeffrey to be exact
Where how you yo' hat made you prone to attack
Made you, made you, made you go and get a
And you bustin 'til your enemies was gone from the map
Like a or a man or a giant 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 a like I live in Iran
I got to ride with me, hold me down in the street
And deep I wonder if they the beast, I mean
I mean the police, the feds that police them
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 sell your own momma for a of a crumb
A piece of the crunk, ain't even where you from
Youse a follower (what~!) that's right, a fuckin
wearin a wire, so I don't even talk to ya
You think these niggaz is thugs, officers
Call the oficers, tell 'em get 'em officers, I show you
'Bout a killer or a man or a giant 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 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 that spit threats, hoes that get wet
My style's to the toilet, you ain't seen shit yet
Yet, yet and still I it hot like, Mexican meals
I got a Cadillac stretch
I can show you how to for real
Gangsters don't hold the rock, but know how to flip it and chill
Dime niggaz ain't large
When the Patriot Act come hit ass with the terrorist charge
And we, is they made it fo'
You think 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 bitch, we got the world in our hand