Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Blowin' Up

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

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

heart vibrates, at my rate
So why wait, I to be irate
Anger causes rhyme
Like a with winds start gustin'

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

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 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 hidden and
If any man good riddance
A mortal is just no contest
The rhyme zone is my

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

Hiroshima, remember Harbor
Feel fire, but bother
To run for cover, you can't
On record, compact disc or
Once you 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 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 that crave, hip hop 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 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, you're in the cellar you rap
Rap is a dash for cash run out of gas
It's a how long can you last?

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

My reign is the in hip hop history
Check the victory after victory
Man look 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 and pieces of me
Put my on a track you laid is like pulling my pen
a grenade

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

That ran the rap yard for years, hard for years
Never got paid slaved and starved for
Then other came off with rhymes that were soft
I went with the and you said 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 no more holding
Back the rap attack, I'm on top controlling

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

But if you think you got to prove
Jump, your 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