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, this

Sugar coated, rhyme loaded gunpowder
Now see how the crowd will yell
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 to be irate
Anger causes combustion
Like a tornado with winds start

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

When I hit it's like a bulldozer,
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
vision, 'cause I'm mic whipped
Strung from the to tongue
I rhymes that come from

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

The Zone will 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 Harbor
Feel fire, but don't
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 Halley's Comet
it comes to rap, I'm it
I'm up

I'm up
For the fans crave, hip hop with relevance
I'm to save, rap from an early grave, like a God I gave
Life to the mic, as I watch it
All the sellouts who yell out obscenities and out
M O N E Y to out

Of the ghetto but Othello you kill the mic
A Cappella, you're in the you rap like
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 create so you imitate the pumpin'
the strongest can last as long as I last

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

Put 'em in a rhyme zone, 'em up like a time bomb
Other caught 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 your hands to that old track that back
The man that rap than the next man
I take an ex fan and make 'em rock than any other can
Whoever didn't my game plan
feel 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 for years
Then other rappers came off with rhymes that were
I went with the and you said that I fell off

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

The whole rap again like I did way back when
Def Jam was a I mean I was slaying men
Whoever thinks he wants some, he don't want
got to be insane or plain dumb

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