Luyện nghe bài hát Xplosion

Hello lord, it's me again, I just wanna make to the whole globe
And all her girlfriends now don't make ya mind move
smoke patterns, me on my way to Saturn wit a bomb
Numb be it view, or Saudi
I figure before the gun blast, they know who gone win
Now won't that make us all
Like class clowns praying Ryan comes round
Sound travels at one thousand, one thirty, per second
Niggaz in the they want it hurry
When niggaz biting that's when 3000 starts to worry
A little knowledge the college of wizard Ray Murray
Answer do you know what desire is? "Huh?"
not that's why you get what you got
Now this do you know what fire is? "Yeah"
The body of hot, the motivator of
Snot, spit, are characteristics of release
Ask niece or nephew, you think we left you
the future 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 cold
Night jealous of day play is no longer
The feelin gets stronger than Ammonia sticks

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

Look at the way you look at me I see it on face
All your hate but you still hesitate
you want inside of my head 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 you work
God only knows all the trouble that
Deep beneath my dealing with you assholes
Can I blast those who point the at me
Who criticize and talk shit so
Fuck XXL you're a too small
I should hire Eminem so we can you all
you live to talk shit about the Real
Then kiss my ass in person how you love the Hill
I'm the outcast comin to the grass
Outlaw due to my life that's 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 into my and get all in
I'm the bomb, planted in car why you frozen
Pop the tape in ignite the
The world is mine, the is yours, the world is ours
The is lost, the world is tossed

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

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