Luyện nghe bài hát Xplosion

Hello lord, me again, I just 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 Shawty
I figure the first gun blast, they know who gone win
Now won't that make us all
Like class clowns praying Private Ryan round
Sound travels at one thousand, one thirty, per second
in the street they want it hurry
When niggaz start that's when 3000 starts to worry
A knowledge from the college of wizard Ray Murray
Answer quick do you know desire is? "Huh?"
not that's why you get what you got
Now answer this do you know what 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 it she'll cum
Prom night might a down right fight like
White blood to the common cold rebel
Night gets jealous of day is no longer
The feelin gets stronger than Ammonia sticks

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

Look at the way you look at me I see it on face
All hate emanates but you still hesitate
Cause you want of my head but don't know how
To brainwash me to be a clown
that 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 my soul dealing with you assholes
Can I blast who point the finger at me
Who and talk shit so freely
Fuck XXL you're a too small
I should Eminem so we can kill you all
Whether you live to talk about the Real
Then kiss my ass in how much you love the Hill
I'm the comin to blaze the grass
Outlaw due to my life come to pass
Dre, pass me the glass of
So I can it over my homies grave and mine
For all those who and answered when God was calling
into my ragtop and get all in
I'm the bomb, in your car why you frozen
Pop the tape in ignite the
The world is mine, the world is yours, the is ours
The world is lost, the world is

We just be amazed
Even if you 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 Fat Sax playin 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 mind is in a free state
Is kinda hard to execute you ain't feeling it that day
Jumpin the gun and rushing flow
on the mikie like auctioneer, got the public's ears
Fucked up can't hear, Atlanta, Georgia y'all at?
this Dirty South to death the Dungeon Family Camp
Got this thang lit like stamps and battery end caps
Making that that make your neck hurt
And the beats that your back in my Cadillac
Six woofers and amps, lo pro vogues on swole
With the carriage lamps tucked velour pistol in my lap
Come in peace but then xplode like booty