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 it's lit I hit, the lyrical wit
Of a scientist, this

Sugar coated, rhyme loaded with
Now see how the crowd yell louder
Now the is dropped and you hear a pop
Think it's a shot, but you just stop

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

Rhymes unload, reload and
Riding the same wave Malcolm X
On a higher level, I left the rest
Outcast, outlast F the

I hit it's 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, I'm mic whipped
Strung the lung to tongue
I breathe that come from

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

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

Hiroshima, Pearl Harbor
Feel fire, but don't
To run for cover, you can't
On record, disc or tape
you play 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
the room 'cause I went boom
I'll light the sky like Halley's
When it 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 an early grave, like a God I gave
to the mic, as I watch it enslave
All the sellouts who yell out 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 for cash you'll run out of gas
a marathon how long can you last?

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

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

Put 'em in a rhyme zone, blow 'em up a time bomb
emcees caught the debris, little bits and pieces of me
Put my ideas on a track you laid is like my pen
Like a

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

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

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

The whole rap game again like I did way back
Def Jam was a I mean I was slaying men
Whoever thinks he wants some, he want none
He's got to be or plain dumb

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