Luyện nghe bài hát Xplosion

Hello lord, it's me again, I wanna make to love the whole globe
And all her girlfriends now don't that ya mind move
Like patterns, me on my way to Saturn wit a bomb
be it view, or Saudi Shawty
I figure before the first gun blast, they who gone win
Now that make us all fools
Like class clowns Private Ryan comes round
travels at one thousand, one thirty, feet per second
Niggaz in the street want it hurry
When niggaz start biting that's when 3000 to worry
A little knowledge from the of wizard Ray Murray
Answer quick do you what desire is? "Huh?"
not that's why you get what you got
Now answer do you know what fire is? "Yeah"
The body of hot, the motivator of
Snot, spit, are characteristics of release
Ask your or nephew, you think we left you
What the holds in its sweaty palms
Thank I'm finna vom? Ya move like ya mean it cum
Prom night might excite a down right fight
White blood cell to the common rebel
gets jealous of day play is no longer
The feelin stronger than Ammonia sticks inhale

We just can't be
Even if you pull the pin from hand grenade
We just can't be
Even if you pull the pin from hand grenade
We can't be amazed
Even if you the pin from your hand grenade
And we some home-made
Finna blow right up in face

at the way you look at me I see it on your face
All your hate but you still hesitate
Cause you want inside of my but don't know how
To brainwash me to be a clown
Fuck I see the way you were,
see the way you I'm catching you where you work
God only knows all the trouble grows
Deep beneath my soul dealing with you
Can I those who point the finger at me
Who criticize and talk so freely
Fuck XXL you're a too small
I should hire Eminem so we can you all
Whether you live to talk shit about the
Then kiss my ass in person how you love the Hill
I'm the outcast comin to blaze the
due to my life that's come to pass
Dre, pass me the glass of
So I can pour it over my homies and mine
For all who fallen and answered when God was calling
Jump my ragtop and get all in
I'm the bomb, planted in car why you frozen
Pop the in ignite the xplosion
The world is mine, the world is yours, the is ours
The is lost, the world is tossed

We just be amazed
if you pull the pin from your hand grenade
And we home-made bombs
Finna blow right up in your

With a one-two punch, B-Real and Andre dropped they
Your homeboy Daddy Fat Sax clean-up so it worsens
People and persons on the opposite oh, yes its curtains
No bullets oh just lyrically twerking
Making a statement, you freestyle
and your mind is in a state
Is kinda hard to execute when you ain't it that day
Jumpin the gun and rushing your
Babbling on the mikie auctioneer, got the public's ears
Fucked up can't hear, Atlanta, Georgia y'all at?
OutKast Dirty South to death the Dungeon Family Camp
Got this thang lit like and nine-volt battery end caps
Making that music that your neck hurt
And the beats that bother back in my Cadillac
Six and four amps, lo pro vogues on swole
With the carriage lamps diamond tucked pistol in my lap
in peace but then xplode like booty traps