Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Blowin' Up

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

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

Your heart vibrates, at my
So why wait, I hate to be
Anger causes combustion
Like a tornado winds start gustin'

Rhymes unload, reload and
Riding the same wave X rode
On a higher level, 'cause I left the
Outcast, F the press

When I hit it's like a bulldozer,
And there goes ya world up in smoke
When I go, I go for

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

With repetitious nothing, renditions of
You can't create so you imitate the
Only the can last as long as I last

My reign is the in hip hop history
the book victory 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, 'em up like a time bomb
Other emcees caught the debris, little bits and of me
Put my ideas on a track you is like pulling my pen
Like a

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

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

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

The whole rap game again I did way back when
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 plain

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