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 ain't but like
We ain't congregatin, tonight
The boys in blue, I'll show you the brass is like
The perfect storm, when disaster strike
Or Knievel he crashed his bike
I'm the ashy type, the knuckles on an inmate locked up
'Cept I stay on the grind, my "Blue Collar" up
Blue collar rap, why I it that?
Shit I my real niggaz that U-Haul done hauled back
You ain't a stand up man? Well you fall and back
You a long distance thug, the fuck you that?
See - this is how a track should
And if was alive this 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!"}
runnin 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 like a fire I'm {"Dy-no-mite!"}

You would stand the challenge
What the preacher preachin what the teacher
I dropped out of school, stayed on the street and
Like Disciples! Jeffrey manner to be
Where how you yo' hat made you prone to attack
Made you, you, made you go and get a strap
And keep you bustin 'til your enemies was gone the map
a killer 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 I live in Iran
I got niggaz to ride me, hold me down in the street
And down I wonder if they the beast, I mean
I mean the police, the feds that them street
Get in the studio, then try to influence my
Like a rat stool pidgeon or a or a gump
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 ain't even you from
Youse a follower (what~!) that's right, a fuckin
Probably wearin a wire, so I don't talk to ya
You think these niggaz is thugs, they
Call the oficers, tell 'em get 'em officers, I show you
'Bout a killer or a man or a giant when I
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 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 spit threats, hoes that get wet
My style's to the toilet, you ain't seen shit yet
Yet, yet and still I it hot like, Mexican meals
I got a Cadillac stretch
I can show you how to for real
Gangsters don't hold the rock, but know how to flip it and chill
bag-ass niggaz 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 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 world in our