Luyện nghe bài hát Xplosion

Hello lord, it's me again, I just wanna to love the whole globe
And all her girlfriends now don't that ya mind move
smoke 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 us all fools
Like class praying Private Ryan comes round
Sound travels at one thousand, one thirty, per second
Niggaz in the street want it hurry
niggaz start biting that's when 3000 starts to worry
A little knowledge the college of wizard Ray Murray
Answer quick do you what desire is? "Huh?"
not that's why you get what you got
Now answer do you know what fire is? "Yeah"
The body of hot, the motivator of
Snot, spit, are characteristics of release
Ask your niece or nephew, you think we you
the future holds in its sweaty palms
Thank I'm vom? Ya move like ya mean it she'll cum
Prom might excite a down right fight like
blood cell to the common cold rebel
Night gets jealous of day is no longer
The gets stronger than Ammonia sticks inhale

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

Look at the way you look at me I see it on your
All your emanates but you still hesitate
Cause you want inside of my head but know how
To brainwash me to be a 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 that
Deep beneath my dealing with you assholes
Can I those who point the finger at me
Who and talk shit so freely
Fuck XXL a size too small
I should hire so we can kill you all
Whether you live to shit about the Real
Then kiss my ass in person how much you love the
I'm the comin to blaze the grass
Outlaw due to my life come to pass
Dre, pass me the of wine
So I can pour it over my homies grave and
For all those who and answered when God was calling
Jump my ragtop and get all in
I'm the bomb, planted in car why you frozen
Pop the tape in 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 your grenade
And we some bombs
Finna blow right up in face

With a punch, B-Real and Andre dropped they verses
Your homeboy Daddy Fat Sax playin so it worsens
People and persons on the 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 execute you ain't feeling it that day
the gun and rushing your flow
Babbling on the like auctioneer, got the public's ears
Fucked up can't hear, Atlanta, where y'all at?
OutKast Dirty South to death the Dungeon Family Camp
Got this thang lit like and nine-volt battery end caps
Making that music that make your neck
And the beats that bother your back in my
Six and four amps, lo pro vogues on swole
With the carriage diamond tucked velour pistol in my lap
Come in but then xplode like booty traps