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
When lit I hit, with the lyrical wit
Of a scientist, this

Sugar coated, rhyme loaded with
Now see how the crowd will louder
Now the rhyme is dropped and you a pop
Think a shot, but you just can't stop

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

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

When I hit like a bulldozer, boom
And there goes ya whole up in smoke
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 breathe rhymes that from

A zone hidden and forbidden
If any man enters riddance
A mortal mind is just no
The rhyme zone is my

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

Hiroshima, remember Harbor
fire, but don't 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
fumes in the shape of a mushroom
Cloud the room I went boom
I'll light the sky like 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 an early grave, like a God I gave
Life to the mic, as I it enslave
All the who yell out obscenities and spell out
M O N E Y to out

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

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

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

Put 'em in a rhyme zone, blow 'em up like a time
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 to that old track that brought back
The man rap better than the next man
I take an ex fan and make 'em rock than any other can
Whoever didn't understand my plan
Should feel like a lame, 'cause I'm the same man

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

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

The rap game again like I did way back when
Def Jam was a dream I I was slaying men
Whoever thinks he wants some, he don't none
got to be insane or plain dumb

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