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

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

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

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

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

A zone that's hidden and
If any man enters good
A mortal mind is just no
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
fire, but don't bother
To run for cover, you can't
On record, compact disc or
you play it, fuse is lit
An explosion, you hit

prophecies, visions I forsee
Me up in your face, now stop to see
fumes in the shape of a mushroom
Cloud the room 'cause I went
light the sky like Halley's Comet
When it 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 Othello you the mic
A Cappella, you're in the cellar you rap
Rap is a for cash you'll run out of gas
It's a how long can you last?

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

My is the longest 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 bits and of me
Put my ideas on a you laid is like pulling my pen
Like a

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

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

Don't be bogus where's focus
Did what I had to do to make you notice
Now the dollar's no more holding
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 mean I was men
Whoever thinks he 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 suits of
I won't whip ya, I'll bomb ya, when you're on
It still ain't enough, 'cause I won't bury you, boy
I'll ya up