Luyện nghe bài hát The Bomb

It's like a holocaust to the when I toss
Too much knowledge kicked then you're
In a of feet, Jinx the fiddler
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 palm
But I don't calm

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

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

You lose, you're hung, you bite tongue
The whole saw in awe as you strangle
A on your 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 that your head
And is only the first verse
Of the

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

Now ask yourself, stupid?
I funky, funky beats and I loop it
And pimp slap you in the face with the
And the boom from the that I drop, stop

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

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

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

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

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

I'm solo, you ask how I'm
Still 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 swing and I gotcha
It's the hip-hopper that like coppers

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

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

Still dissing all the
From left to
How many left to
So that Lench Mob like?