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 make ya mind
Like smoke patterns, me on my way to Saturn wit a
Numb be it view, or Saudi
I figure before the gun blast, they know who gone win
Now that make us all fools
Like clowns praying Private Ryan comes round
Sound at one thousand, one thirty, feet per second
Niggaz in the street want it hurry
When niggaz start biting when 3000 starts to worry
A little knowledge from the of wizard Ray Murray
Answer quick do you know desire is? "Huh?"
not that's why you get what you got
Now this do you know what fire is? "Yeah"
The of hot, the motivator of pots
Snot, spit, shit are of release
Ask your niece or nephew, you think we you
What the future holds in its palms
Thank I'm finna vom? Ya like ya mean it she'll cum
night might excite a down right fight like
White cell to the common cold rebel
Night gets jealous of day is no longer
The feelin stronger than Ammonia sticks inhale

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

Look at the way you look at me I see it on face
All your hate emanates but you still
Cause you want inside of my but don't know how
To me to be a commercial clown
Fuck I see the way you were,
see the way you smirk I'm catching you where you
God only knows all the trouble grows
Deep beneath my soul dealing you assholes
Can I those who point the finger at me
Who criticize and talk shit so
Fuck XXL a size too small
I hire Eminem so we can kill you all
Whether you live to talk shit about the
kiss my ass in person how much you love the Hill
I'm the outcast to blaze the grass
Outlaw due to my life come to pass
Dre, pass me the glass of
So I can pour it my homies grave and mine
For all those who fallen and answered God was calling
Jump my ragtop and get all in
I'm the bomb, planted in your car why you
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 can't be amazed
if you pull the pin from your hand grenade
And we home-made bombs
Finna blow right up in your

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