Luyện nghe bài hát Xplosion

Hello lord, me again, I just wanna 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 Shawty
I figure the first gun blast, they know who gone win
Now won't that make us all
Like class praying Private Ryan comes round
travels at one thousand, one thirty, feet per second
Niggaz in the street want it hurry
niggaz start biting that's when 3000 starts to worry
A little from the college of wizard Ray Murray
Answer quick do you know what is? "Huh?"
Apparently not that's why you get you got
Now answer this do you know fire is? "Yeah"
The of hot, the motivator of pots
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 it she'll cum
Prom night might excite a down right like
White blood to the common cold rebel
Night gets jealous of day play is no
The feelin stronger than Ammonia sticks inhale

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

Look at the way you look at me I see it on face
All hate emanates but you still hesitate
Cause you inside 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 smirk I'm catching you you work
God only all the trouble that grows
beneath my soul dealing with you assholes
Can I blast those who the finger at me
Who criticize and talk so freely
Fuck XXL you're a too small
I should hire Eminem so we can you all
Whether you live to talk about the Real
Then kiss my ass in how much you love the Hill
I'm the outcast comin to the grass
due to my life that's come to pass
Dre, pass me the of wine
So I can pour it my homies grave and mine
For all those who fallen and answered when God was
into my ragtop and get all in
I'm the bomb, planted in your car why you
Pop the tape in 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 your hand grenade
And we home-made bombs
Finna blow up in your face

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