Luyện nghe bài hát The Bomb

It's like a holocaust to the boss when I
Too knowledge kicked then you're lost
In a shuffle of feet, the fiddler
And I your mind like Hitler

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

Then I transform like a
With a mic as a
In my right
But I don't calm

So
Others flow so they go schizophrenic
You thought I dropped a dud in your
Until you taste the of the bass

Then you faint, or yet pass out
I'm on the mic, believe it's ass out
You think raw so you draw

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

It's that your head burst
And this is the first verse
Of the

break up the fight let them rumble
Over the years I've watched some go quick
Now the smell of the pen has got them to the stomach

Now ask yourself, stupid?
I take funky, funky 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 watch the ones the big derrieres
They'll you wrong
Ice got it going on, hit me
For the boogie two times for the gangster rhyme

The system wholesome
They want to put a brother in Folsom
And see me on lockdown
But I come up foul then they get out, word

To the brother that the herb
Everybody getting knocked to the curb that
got the gat, and it's a fact
He'll kick a funky to peel your cap

Now who's the mack? the hoe? Who's the trick?
I got many, many won't you take a pick
But don't be
When I and stumble and fumble
And the, drop the bomb

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

the L, the E, the N, the C, the H
The M, the O, the B, the
that make the beat swing and I gotcha
It's the that don't like coppers

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

Ice Cube never caught in the
I make to kick you in the ass a little
And still never hesitate to step
Or a repetition on the mic

Still all the hype
From to right
How many left to
So what that Lench Mob