Luyện nghe bài hát Dynomite (Going Postal)

"Dy-no-mite!"]
Blaaaaze!

Wait hold the phone, muh'fucker the mic
Spread the word like Ike, this ain't mass but like
We ain't congregatin, tonight
The boys in blue, show you what the brass is like
The perfect storm, like disaster strike
Or Knievel when he his bike
I'm the ashy type, like the knuckles on an locked up
'Cept I stay on the grind, my "Blue Collar" up
collar rap, why I call it that?
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 call
See - this is how a should pound
And if King was alive is how he would 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 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 like a fire I'm {"Dy-no-mite!"}

You would never the challenge
What the preacher preachin what the teacher
I dropped out of school, stayed on the and fought
Like Disciples! 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 'til enemies was gone from the map
Like a or a man or a giant when I stand
Open my palm bitch, I got the world in my
Got a gun and a plan, I got the bible and the
I got a bomb like I in Iran
I got to ride with me, hold me down in the street
And deep down I wonder if the beast, I mean
I mean the police, the feds that police street
Get in the studio, try to influence my speech
Like a rat pidgeon or a mark or a gump
Fuckin lame, you a coward, you a punk, you a

You would sell your own for a piece of a crumb
A piece of the crunk, that ain't even you from
Youse a follower (what~!) right, a fuckin follower
wearin a wire, so I don't even talk to ya
You think niggaz is thugs, they officers
the oficers, tell 'em get 'em officers, 'fore I show you
'Bout a killer or a man or a when I stand
Open my palm bitch, I got the world in my
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 list of demands, I gotta
'bout a thousand say you couldn't sit where I stand
All these niggaz that threats, hoes that get wet
My style's runnin to the toilet, you ain't seen yet
Yet, yet and still I it hot like, Mexican meals
I got a Cadillac Deville
I can show you how to flip for
don't hold the rock, but they know how to flip it and chill
Dime bag-ass ain't large
When the Patriot Act come hit they ass with the terrorist
And we, is they 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 when he
Open your bitch, we got the world in our hand