Luyện nghe bài hát Dynomite (Going Postal)

"Dy-no-mite!"]
Blaaaaze!

Wait the phone, muh'fucker pass the mic
the word like Pastor Ike, this ain't mass but like
We congregatin, mashin 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 ashy type, like the knuckles on an inmate up
'Cept I on the grind, my "Blue Collar" popped up
Blue collar rap, why I call it
Shit I know my real niggaz that done hauled back
You ain't a stand up man? Well you 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 would
"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 cover from the 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 like a I'm {"Dy-no-mite!"}

You would never the challenge
What the preacher preachin the teacher taught
I out of school, stayed on the street and fought
Like Disciples! Jeffrey to be exact
Where how you wear yo' hat 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
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 and the Qu'ran
I got a bomb I live 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 the police, the feds that police them street
Get in the studio, then try to my speech
Like a rat stool pidgeon or a or a gump
Fuckin lame, you a coward, you a punk, you a

You would sell own momma for a piece of a crumb
A piece of the crunk, that ain't even where you
a follower (what~!) that's right, a fuckin follower
Probably wearin a wire, so I don't talk to ya
You think these niggaz is thugs, they
the oficers, tell 'em get 'em officers, 'fore I show you
'Bout a 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 and the Qu'ran
I got your in the back of a van
I got a hostage and a list of demands, I gotta
'bout a thousand dollars say you sit where I stand
All these that spit threats, hoes that get wet
My style's runnin to the toilet, you ain't shit yet
Yet, yet and still I keep it hot like, Mexican
I got a Cadillac Deville
I can show you how to for real
don't hold 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 they 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
your palm bitch, we got the world in our hand