Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Blowin' Up

I'm T N T, and I can't lose
An E M C E E, a fuse
When it's lit I hit, the lyrical wit
Of a scientist, tryin'

Sugar coated, rhyme with gunpowder
Now see how the will yell louder
Now the rhyme is and you hear a pop
Think it's a shot, but you can't stop

Your heart vibrates, at my
So why wait, I to be irate
Anger causes rhyme
Like a tornado with winds gustin'

unload, reload and explode
Riding the wave Malcolm X rode
On a higher level, I left the rest
Outcast, outlast F the

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

Yo, I'm on the tip, I get on the mic with
vision, 'cause I'm mic whipped
Strung the lung to tongue
I rhymes that come from

A zone that's hidden and
If any man enters good
A mind is just no contest
The zone is my conquest

The Twilight Zone looks like child's play
Am I a I'll say
I'm so and yet so hyped
I'm on the mic, something like

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

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

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

Of the ghetto but like 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 how long can you last?

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

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

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

I'm up
Clap your hands to that old that brought back
The man rap better than the next man
I take an ex fan and make 'em harder than any other can
Whoever understand my game plan
Should feel ashamed like a lame, 'cause I'm the man

ran the rap yard for years, worked hard for years
Never got paid slaved and starved for
Then rappers came off with rhymes that were soft
I went with the flow and you 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 more
Back the rap attack, I'm back on top

The whole rap game again like I did way back
Def Jam was a dream I I was slaying men
Whoever thinks he wants some, he want none
He's got to be insane or dumb

But if you think you got to prove
Jump, your move
But come in a tank and ten of armor
I won't whip ya, I'll bomb ya, when you're on
It ain't enough, 'cause I won't just bury you, boy
blow ya up