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, ain't mass but like
We congregatin, mashin tonight
The boys in blue, I'll show you what the brass is
The perfect storm, like when disaster
Or Knievel he crashed his bike
I'm the ashy type, like the knuckles on an inmate 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 long distance thug, the you call that?
See - this is how a track should
And if King was alive is how he would 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!"}
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 would never stand the
the preacher preachin what the teacher taught
I out of school, stayed on the street and fought
Like Disciples! manner to be exact
Where how you wear yo' hat made you prone to
Made you, you, made you go and get a strap
And keep you bustin 'til 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 bomb I live in Iran
I got niggaz to ride with me, hold me down in the
And deep down I wonder if the beast, I mean
I mean the police, the feds that police them
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 would sell your own momma for a piece of a
A piece of the crunk, that even where you from
Youse a follower (what~!) right, a fuckin follower
Probably wearin a wire, so I don't even to ya
You think these niggaz is thugs, they
Call the oficers, tell 'em get 'em officers, 'fore I you
'Bout 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 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 dollars 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 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 know how to flip it and chill
Dime bag-ass ain't large
When the Patriot Act come hit ass with the terrorist charge
And we, is what made it fo'
You think 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