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 shuffle of feet, Jinx the
And I control mind like Hitler

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

Then I like a Decepticon
a mic as a bomb
In my right
But I don't calm

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

Then you faint, or better yet out
When I'm on the mic, believe ass out
You think 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 blazing
You're beat, dead, the fools fell off
You feel turning red

said that your head burst
And this is the first verse
Of the

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

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

You a flat top as a fashion
I love black women a passion
But when gotta go and show their ass in
I gotta the hoes, yeah

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

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

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

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

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

the L, the E, the N, the C, the H
The M, the O, the B, the
Lyrics that make the beat 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 like a
I the beats, I make the breaks
I make the rhymes that make you
you find

Ice Cube never 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

dissing all the hype
From left to
How many to fight?
So what that Lench Mob