Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Blowin' Up

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

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

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

unload, reload and explode
Riding the same wave Malcolm X
On a higher level, 'cause I the rest
Outcast, F the press

When I hit it's 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
vision, 'cause I'm mic whipped
Strung the lung to tongue
I breathe rhymes come from

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

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

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

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

I'm up
For the fans that crave, hip hop with
I'm here to save, rap an early grave, like 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 you kill the mic
A Cappella, you're in the cellar you rap
Rap is a dash for cash run out of gas
It's a marathon how can you last?

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

My reign is the in hip hop history
Check the book victory victory
Man look is a science, the mic is an appliance
So I it to an alliance 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 track you is like pulling my pen
a grenade

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

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

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

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

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