Luyện nghe bài hát The Bomb

It's like a to the boss when I toss
Too much kicked then you're lost
In a shuffle of feet, Jinx the
And I control your like Hitler

You bow and vow to
See now, a with a style just boring me
So I K N O W
L E D G E it might you

Then I transform a Decepticon
a mic as a bomb
In my palm
But I stay calm

So
Others can't so they go schizophrenic
You I dropped a dud in your face
Until you the blood of the bass

you faint, or better yet pass out
When I'm on the mic, believe ass out
You you're raw so you draw

You lose, you're hung, you bite your
The town saw in awe as you strangle
A noose on neck, and you dangle
side to side in the blazing heat
You're beat, you're dead, the fell off
You feel turning red

It's said your head burst
And this is only the verse
Of the

Don't break up the let them rumble
Over the years I've some go super-bad quick
Now the smell of the pen has got them to the stomach

Now ask yourself, who's
I take funky, beats and I loop it
And pimp slap you in the face the bass
And the boom the bomb that I drop, stop

You a flat top as a fashion
I love women with a passion
But they gotta go and show their ass in
I gotta clown the hoes,

You gotta the ones with the big derrieres
They'll steer you
Ice got it going on, hit me
For the gangster boogie two times for the rhyme

The system ain't
They want to put a brother in Folsom
And see me on lockdown
But I come up foul they get knocked out, word

To the brother that the herb
Everybody getting knocked to the curb like
Jinx got the gat, and a fact
He'll kick a funky beat to your cap

Now the mack? Who's the hoe? Who's the trick?
I got many, many styles you take a pick
But be alarmed
When I trip and stumble and
And drop the, the bomb

I'm solo, you ask how I'm
Still dropping more than a pigeon

the L, the E, the N, the C, the H
The M, the O, the B, the
Lyrics that make the beat swing and I
the hip-hopper that don't like coppers

And if you try to the pot, son
You get in the chest like a shotgun
I make the beats, I the breaks
I make the rhymes that you shake
you find

Ice never caught in the middle
I shit to kick you in the ass a little
And still never to stutter step
Or bust a on the mic

Still all the hype
left to right
How left to fight?
So what that Mob like?