Luyện nghe bài hát Dynomite (Going Postal)

"Dy-no-mite!"]
Blaaaaze!

Wait hold the phone, pass the mic
Spread the word Pastor Ike, this ain't mass but like
We ain't congregatin, tonight
The boys in blue, I'll show you the brass is like
The storm, like when disaster strike
Or when 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 call it
Shit I know my real niggaz that U-Haul done back
You ain't a up man? Well you fall and crawl back
You a long distance thug, the fuck you call
See - this is how a track 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, 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 stand the challenge
What the preacher preachin what the taught
I dropped out of school, on the street and fought
Like Disciples! Jeffrey manner to be
Where how you wear yo' hat made you prone to
Made you, made you, made you go and get a
And keep you bustin 'til your was gone from the map
Like a killer or a man or a giant when I
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 a like 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 the police, the feds that police them street
Get in the studio, then try to my speech
Like a rat stool 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, ain't even where you from
Youse a (what~!) that's right, a fuckin follower
Probably wearin a wire, so I don't even to ya
You think these is thugs, they officers
Call the oficers, tell 'em get 'em officers, 'fore I you
'Bout a killer or a man or a when I stand
my palm bitch, I got the world in my hand
Got a gun and a plan, I got the Torah and the
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 to the toilet, you ain't seen shit yet
Yet, yet and still I keep it hot like, Mexican
I got a Cadillac stretch
I can show you how to flip for
Gangsters don't hold the rock, but know how to flip it and chill
bag-ass niggaz ain't large
When the Patriot Act come hit they ass with the charge
And we, is they made it fo'
You think it's all about It's a war on the po', we gotta go
Like a killer or a man or a when he stand
Open your bitch, we got the world in our hand