Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Blowin' Up

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

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

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

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

When I hit it's like a bulldozer,
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 from the lung to
I breathe rhymes that come

A zone that's hidden and
If any man enters riddance
A mortal is just no contest
The rhyme zone is my

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, something

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

Rhythmic prophecies, visions I
Me blowin' up in face, now stop to see
Smoke in the shape of a mushroom
the room 'cause I went boom
I'll light the sky like Halley's
it comes to rap, I'm it
I'm up

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

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

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

My is the longest 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 zone, blow 'em up like a time bomb
Other emcees the debris, little bits and pieces 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 track that back
The man that rap better the next man
I an ex fan and make 'em rock harder than any other can
Whoever didn't my game plan
Should feel ashamed a lame, 'cause I'm the same 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 soft
I went the flow and you said that I fell off

Don't be bogus where's focus
Did I had to do to make you take notice
Now the rolling no more holding
the rap attack, I'm back on top controlling

The whole rap game again like I did way back
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 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