Luyện nghe bài hát Xplosion

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

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

Look at the way you at me I see it on your face
All your emanates but you still hesitate
you want inside of my head but don't know how
To me to be a commercial clown
that I see the way you were,
see the way you smirk I'm catching you you work
God only knows all the trouble grows
Deep beneath my soul dealing you assholes
Can I blast who point the finger at me
Who criticize and talk so freely
Fuck XXL you're a too small
I hire Eminem so we can kill you all
Whether you live to talk about the Real
Then kiss my ass in person how much you love the
I'm the outcast to blaze the grass
Outlaw due to my life that's to pass
Dre, me the glass of wine
So I can pour it over my grave and mine
For all those who fallen and when God was calling
Jump my ragtop and get all in
I'm the bomb, in your car why you frozen
Pop the in ignite the xplosion
The world is mine, the world is yours, the world is
The world is lost, the world is

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

With a one-two punch, B-Real and dropped they verses
Your homeboy Fat Sax playin clean-up so it worsens
and persons on the opposite teams oh, yes its curtains
No burpin' oh just lyrically twerking
a statement, when you freestyle
and your is in a free state
Is kinda to execute when you ain't feeling it that day
Jumpin the gun and rushing flow
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 stamps and nine-volt battery end
Making that music that make your hurt
And the beats bother your back in my Cadillac
Six woofers and four amps, lo pro vogues on
With the carriage diamond tucked velour pistol in my lap
Come in peace but then xplode like traps