Luyện nghe bài hát Dynomite (Going Postal)

"Dy-no-mite!"]
Blaaaaze!

Wait hold the phone, muh'fucker 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, when disaster strike
Or when he crashed his bike
I'm the type, like the knuckles on an inmate locked up
'Cept I stay on the grind, my "Blue Collar" up
Blue collar rap, why I call it
Shit I know my niggaz that U-Haul done hauled back
You ain't a stand up Well you fall and crawl back
You a long distance thug, the fuck you that?
See - this is how a track should
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 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 stand the challenge
the preacher preachin what the teacher taught
I dropped out of school, stayed on the and fought
Disciples! Jeffrey manner to be exact
Where how you yo' hat made 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
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 bible and the
I got a like I live in Iran
I got niggaz to ride me, hold me down in the street
And deep down I if they the beast, I mean
I mean the police, the feds that police street
Get in the studio, then try to influence my
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 piece of a
A piece of the crunk, that even where you from
Youse a follower (what~!) that's right, a fuckin
Probably wearin a wire, so I even talk to ya
You think these niggaz is thugs, they
Call the oficers, 'em get 'em officers, 'fore 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 Torah and the
I got your in the back of a van
I got a hostage and a list of demands, I gotta
'bout a thousand say you couldn't sit where I stand
All these niggaz that spit threats, hoes 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 you how to flip for real
Gangsters don't the rock, but they know how to flip it and chill
Dime bag-ass ain't large
When the Patriot Act hit they ass with the terrorist charge
And we, is what made it fo'
You think it's all about Arabs? 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