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 lit I hit, with the lyrical wit
Of a scientist, tryin'

Sugar coated, loaded with gunpowder
Now see how the crowd will yell
Now the is dropped 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 winds start gustin'

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

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

Yo, I'm on the hyped tip, I get on the mic
Tunnel vision, 'cause I'm mic
Strung from the lung to
I breathe rhymes that come

A zone that's and forbidden
If any man enters good
A mortal mind is no contest
The rhyme zone is my

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

Hiroshima, remember Harbor
Feel fire, but bother
To run for cover, you escape
On record, compact or tape
you play it, fuse is lit
An explosion, you hit

prophecies, visions I forsee
Me blowin' up in face, now stop to see
Smoke fumes in the of a mushroom
Cloud the room 'cause I went
light 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 here to save, rap from an early grave, like a God I
to the mic, as I watch it enslave
All the sellouts who yell out obscenities and 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
a marathon how long can you last?

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

My reign is the longest in hip hop
Check the book after 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, blow 'em up like a time
Other emcees caught the debris, bits and pieces of me
Put my ideas on a track you laid is like my pen
a grenade

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

That ran the rap yard for years, worked for years
got paid slaved and starved for years
Then other rappers came off rhymes that were soft
I went with the and you said that I fell off

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

The whole rap game again I did way back when
Def Jam was a I mean I was slaying men
Whoever thinks he wants some, he don't want
He's got to be or plain dumb

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