Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Blowin' Up

I'm T N T, and I just lose
An E M C E E, with a
it's lit I hit, with the lyrical wit
Of a scientist, this

coated, rhyme loaded with gunpowder
Now see how the crowd will yell
Now the rhyme is dropped and you a pop
Think it's a shot, but you just can't

Your vibrates, at my rate
So why wait, I hate to be
Anger rhyme combustion
Like a tornado with start gustin'

Rhymes unload, reload and
the same wave Malcolm X rode
On a higher level, 'cause I the rest
Outcast, outlast F the

When I hit like a bulldozer, boom
And goes ya whole world up in smoke
I go, I go for broke

Yo, I'm on the hyped tip, I get on the mic
Tunnel vision, I'm mic whipped
Strung from the to tongue
I breathe rhymes that from

A zone hidden and forbidden
If any man enters good
A mortal is just no contest
The zone is my conquest

The Twilight Zone will like child's play
Am I a I'll say
I'm so cool and yet so
When I'm on the mic, like

Hiroshima, remember Pearl
Feel fire, but don't
To run for cover, you can't
On record, compact or tape
Once you play it, is lit
An explosion, you hit

Rhythmic prophecies, I forsee
Me blowin' up in your face, now to see
Smoke fumes in the shape of a
the room 'cause I went boom
I'll the sky like Halley's Comet
When it to rap, I'm it
I'm up

I'm up
For the that crave, hip hop with relevance
I'm to save, rap from an early grave, like a God I gave
Life to the mic, as I watch it
All the sellouts who yell out and spell out
M O N E Y to out

Of the but like Othello you kill the mic
A Cappella, you're in the cellar you rap
Rap is a dash for you'll run out of gas
It's a marathon how can you last?

With nothing, renditions of something
You can't so you imitate the pumpin'
Only the strongest can last as as I last

My reign is the longest in hip hop
Check the book victory victory
Man rappin' is a science, the mic is an appliance
So I applied it to an of words

Put 'em in a rhyme zone, 'em up like a time bomb
Other emcees caught the debris, little and pieces of me
Put my ideas on a track you laid is pulling my pen
a grenade

I'm up
Clap your hands to that old that brought back
The man that rap better than the man
I take an ex fan and make 'em rock than any other can
Whoever didn't my game plan
Should feel ashamed like a lame, 'cause I'm the man

That ran the rap for years, worked hard for years
Never got paid slaved and for years
Then other rappers came off with rhymes that were
I went with the and you said that I fell off

be bogus where's your focus
Did what I had to do to make you take
Now the dollar's rolling no holding
Back the rap attack, I'm on top controlling

The whole rap again like I did way back when
Def Jam was a dream I mean I was men
Whoever he wants some, he don't want none
got to be insane or plain dumb

But if you think you got something to
Jump, make your
But come in a tank and ten suits of
I won't whip ya, I'll bomb ya, you're on fire
It still ain't enough, 'cause I won't bury you, boy
I'll ya up