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, this mass but like
We ain't congregatin, tonight
The boys in blue, show you what the brass is like
The perfect storm, like when strike
Or Knievel when he crashed his
I'm the type, like the knuckles on an inmate locked up
I stay on the grind, my "Blue Collar" popped up
Blue rap, why I call it that?
Shit I know my real niggaz that U-Haul done hauled
You ain't a up man? Well you fall and crawl back
You a long distance thug, the fuck you that?
See - is how a track should pound
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!"}
Niggaz for cover 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 stand the
What the preachin what the teacher taught
I dropped out of school, on the street and fought
Like Disciples! Jeffrey to be exact
how you wear 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
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 a bomb I live in Iran
I got niggaz to ride with me, hold me 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, then try to influence my
Like a rat stool pidgeon or a mark or a
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 even where you from
Youse a (what~!) that's right, a fuckin follower
Probably wearin a wire, so I even talk to ya
You these niggaz is thugs, they 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 Torah and the
I got toddler in the back of a van
I got a and a list of demands, I gotta gotta
'bout a dollars say you couldn't sit where I stand
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 stretch Deville
I can show you how to for real
Gangsters don't hold the rock, but they know how to flip it and
Dime bag-ass niggaz large
When the Patriot Act come hit they ass the terrorist charge
And we, is what made 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 when he
Open your palm bitch, we got the in our hand