Luyện nghe bài hát Xplosion

Hello lord, it's me again, I just 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
Numb be it view, or Saudi
I figure before the first gun blast, they who gone win
Now won't make us all fools
Like class clowns praying Ryan comes round
Sound travels at one thousand, one thirty, per second
Niggaz in the street want it hurry
When niggaz biting that's when 3000 starts to worry
A little knowledge the college of wizard Ray Murray
Answer quick do you know desire is? "Huh?"
Apparently not that's why you get you got
Now answer this do you what fire is? "Yeah"
The body of hot, the of pots
Snot, spit, are characteristics of release
Ask your niece or nephew, you think we you
What the holds in its sweaty palms
Thank I'm finna vom? Ya move like ya mean it cum
Prom night might excite a right fight like
blood cell to the common cold rebel
Night gets of day play is no longer
The feelin gets stronger Ammonia sticks inhale

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

at the way you look at me I see it on your face
All your emanates but you still hesitate
Cause you inside of my head but don't know how
To brainwash me to be a commercial
that I see the way you were,
see the way you smirk I'm you where you work
God only all the trouble that grows
Deep beneath my soul dealing with you
Can I those who point the finger at me
Who criticize and shit so freely
Fuck XXL you're a too small
I should hire so we can kill you all
Whether you live to shit about the Real
Then my ass in person how much you love the Hill
I'm the outcast comin to blaze the
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 those who fallen and answered when God was
Jump 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 is yours, the world is ours
The is lost, the world is tossed

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

With a one-two punch, and Andre dropped they verses
Your homeboy Daddy Fat Sax clean-up so it worsens
People and persons on the teams oh, yes its curtains
No bullets burpin' oh just twerking
a statement, when you freestyle
and mind is in a free state
Is hard to execute when you ain't feeling it that day
Jumpin the gun and rushing flow
on the mikie 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 stamps and nine-volt battery end caps
Making music that make your neck hurt
And the beats that bother your back in my
Six woofers and four amps, lo pro vogues on
With the carriage lamps diamond tucked pistol in my lap
Come in but then xplode like booty traps