Luyện nghe bài hát Xplosion

Hello lord, it's me again, I just make to love the whole globe
And all her girlfriends now don't that ya mind move
Like smoke patterns, me on my way to 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 praying Private comes round
travels at one thousand, one thirty, feet per second
Niggaz in the they want it hurry
When niggaz start that's when 3000 starts to worry
A little knowledge from the college of Ray Murray
quick do you know what desire is? "Huh?"
Apparently not why you get what you got
Now answer 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 move like ya mean it cum
Prom might excite a down right fight like
White blood to the common cold rebel
gets jealous of day play is no longer
The gets stronger than Ammonia sticks inhale

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

at the way you look at me I see it on your 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
that I see the way you were,
see the way you smirk I'm catching you where you
God knows all the trouble that grows
Deep beneath my soul dealing you assholes
Can I blast those who the finger at me
Who criticize and talk shit so
XXL you're a size too small
I should hire so we can kill you all
Whether you live to talk about the Real
kiss 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 grave and mine
For all who fallen 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 in ignite the xplosion
The world is mine, the world is yours, the world is
The world is lost, the is tossed

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

With a one-two punch, B-Real and Andre they verses
Your homeboy Fat Sax playin clean-up so it worsens
People and on the opposite teams oh, yes its curtains
No bullets burpin' oh just lyrically
Making a statement, you freestyle
and your is in a free state
Is kinda hard to when you ain't feeling it that day
Jumpin the gun and rushing your
on the mikie like auctioneer, got the public's ears
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 battery end caps
Making that music that your neck hurt
And the beats that bother back in my Cadillac
Six woofers and four amps, lo pro on swole
With the lamps diamond tucked velour pistol in my lap
Come in peace but then like booty traps