Luyện nghe bài hát Xplosion

Hello lord, it's me again, I wanna make to love 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
be it view, or Saudi Shawty
I figure before the first gun blast, they know who win
Now won't make us all fools
Like class clowns Private Ryan comes round
Sound 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 knowledge from the college of wizard Ray Murray
Answer quick do you what desire is? "Huh?"
Apparently not why you get what you got
Now answer this do you what fire is? "Yeah"
The of hot, the motivator of pots
Snot, spit, shit are characteristics of
Ask your niece or nephew, you think we you
What the future holds in its palms
Thank I'm finna vom? Ya move like ya mean it cum
Prom night might excite a right fight like
White cell to the common cold rebel
Night gets of day play is no longer
The feelin gets than Ammonia sticks inhale

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

Look at the way you at me I see it on your face
All your emanates but you still hesitate
Cause you want of my head 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 that grows
Deep beneath my soul with you assholes
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 so we can kill you all
Whether you live to talk shit about the
Then my ass in person how much you love the Hill
I'm the outcast comin to the grass
due to my life that's come to pass
Dre, me the glass of wine
So I can pour it over my homies grave and
For all those who fallen and when God was calling
Jump into my and get all in
I'm the bomb, planted in your car why you
Pop the tape in ignite the
The world is mine, the is yours, the world is ours
The world is lost, the world is

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

With a one-two punch, B-Real and Andre dropped they
Your homeboy Fat Sax playin clean-up so it worsens
People and persons on the teams oh, yes its curtains
No bullets burpin' oh just 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 your flow
Babbling on the like auctioneer, got the public's ears
Fucked up can't hear, Atlanta, Georgia y'all at?
OutKast this Dirty South to the Dungeon Family Camp
Got this thang lit like stamps and nine-volt end caps
Making that music that make neck hurt
And the beats that bother back in my Cadillac
Six and four amps, lo pro vogues on swole
With the carriage lamps tucked velour pistol in my lap
Come in peace but then xplode like booty