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

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

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

When I hit it's like a bulldozer,
And goes ya whole world 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 the lung to tongue
I breathe rhymes that come

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

The Twilight Zone looks like 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 Pearl
Feel fire, but bother
To run for cover, you escape
On record, compact disc or
Once you it, fuse is lit
An explosion, you hit

Rhythmic prophecies, I forsee
Me up in your face, now stop to see
Smoke fumes in the shape of a
Cloud the room 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 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 watch it
All the who yell out obscenities and spell out
M O N E Y to out

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

With repetitious nothing, of something
You create so you imitate the pumpin'
Only the strongest can as long as I last

My reign is the longest in hip hop
the book 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 the debris, little bits and pieces of me
Put my ideas on a you laid is like pulling my pen
a grenade

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

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

be bogus where's your focus
Did what I had to do to make you notice
Now the dollar's no more holding
Back the rap attack, I'm on top controlling

The whole rap game again like I did way when
Def Jam was a I mean I was slaying men
thinks he wants some, he don't want none
He's got to be insane or dumb

But if you think you got to prove
Jump, your move
But come in a tank and ten of armor
I won't whip ya, bomb ya, when you're on fire
It still enough, 'cause I won't just bury you, boy
I'll ya up