Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Blowin' Up

I'm T N T, and I can't lose
An E M C E E, with a
When it's lit I hit, with the wit
Of a scientist, this

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

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

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

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

Yo, I'm on the hyped tip, I get on the mic
Tunnel vision, I'm mic whipped
Strung from the lung to
I breathe rhymes that from

A zone that's hidden and
If any man enters riddance
A mortal mind is no contest
The rhyme is my conquest

The Twilight will looks like child's play
Am I a I'll say
I'm so and yet so hyped
I'm on the mic, something like

Hiroshima, Pearl Harbor
fire, but don't bother
To run for cover, you escape
On record, compact or tape
Once you it, fuse is lit
An explosion, you hit

Rhythmic prophecies, I forsee
Me blowin' up in face, now stop to see
fumes in the shape of a mushroom
Cloud the 'cause 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 that crave, hip hop with relevance
I'm here to save, rap from an early grave, like a God I
Life to the mic, as I watch it
All the sellouts who out obscenities and spell 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 dash for you'll run out of gas
a marathon how long can you last?

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

My reign is the in hip hop history
the book 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, blow 'em up like a bomb
Other emcees caught the debris, little bits and of me
Put my ideas on a track you laid is like my pen
Like a

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

That ran the rap for years, worked hard for years
got paid slaved and starved for years
Then other rappers off with rhymes that were soft
I went 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 rolling no holding
the rap attack, I'm back on top controlling

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

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