Luyện nghe bài hát The Bomb

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

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

I transform like a Decepticon
With a mic as a
In my right
But I stay calm

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

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

You lose, you're hung, you your tongue
The whole saw in awe as you strangle
A noose on your neck, and you
From side to side in the heat
You're beat, you're dead, the fools off
You feel you're red

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

break up the fight let them rumble
Over the years watched some go super-bad quick
Now the smell of the pen has got sick to the stomach

Now ask yourself, stupid?
I take funky, funky beats and I it
And slap you in the face with the bass
And the boom the bomb that I drop, stop

You have a flat top as a
I love black women with a
But when they gotta go and their ass in
I clown the hoes, yeah

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

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

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

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

I'm solo, you ask how I'm
dropping more shit 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
It's the hip-hopper that don't like

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 make you
you find

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

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