Luyện nghe bài hát The Bomb

It's like a holocaust to the boss I toss
Too knowledge kicked then you're lost
In a of feet, Jinx the fiddler
And I control mind 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 like a
a mic as a bomb
In my right
But I don't calm

So
Others can't flow so go schizophrenic
You thought I dropped a dud in your
Until you taste the of the bass

Then you faint, or better yet 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 whole saw in awe as you strangle
A noose on your neck, and you
From side to side in the blazing
You're beat, you're dead, the fools off
You you're turning red

It's said that your burst
And this is only the first
Of the

Don't break up the fight let them
Over the years watched some go super-bad quick
Now the of the pen has got them sick to the stomach

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

You have a top as a fashion
I love black with a passion
But when they gotta go and show ass in
I clown the hoes, yeah

You gotta watch the ones with the big
steer you wrong
Ice got it going on, hit me
For the gangster two times for the gangster rhyme

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

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

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

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 swing and I gotcha
It's the hip-hopper that don't like

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

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

dissing all the hype
From to right
How many to fight?
So that Lench Mob like?