Luyện nghe bài hát Xplosion

Hello lord, me again, I just wanna make to love the whole globe
And all her girlfriends now that make ya mind move
Like smoke patterns, me on my way to wit a bomb
Numb be it view, or Shawty
I figure before the first gun blast, they know who win
Now that make us all fools
Like class praying Private Ryan comes round
travels at one thousand, one thirty, feet per second
Niggaz in the they want it hurry
When niggaz start biting that's when starts to worry
A little knowledge from the college of wizard Ray
Answer quick do you know what is? "Huh?"
not that's why you get what 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 your niece or nephew, you think we you
What the 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 feelin gets stronger than Ammonia inhale

We just can't be
Even if you the pin from your hand grenade
We just be amazed
Even if you the pin from your hand grenade
We can't be amazed
Even if you pull the pin from your hand
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 inside of my but don't know how
To me to be a commercial clown
Fuck I see the way you were,
see the way you I'm catching you where you work
God only all the trouble that grows
Deep my soul dealing with you assholes
Can I blast those who the finger at me
Who criticize and 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 my ass in person how much you love the Hill
I'm the outcast comin to the grass
Outlaw due to my life that's to pass
Dre, me the glass of wine
So I can pour it over my homies grave and
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 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
if you pull the pin from your hand grenade
And we some home-made
Finna right up in your face

With a one-two punch, B-Real and dropped they verses
Your homeboy Daddy Fat Sax playin so it worsens
People and on the opposite teams oh, yes its curtains
No bullets burpin' oh lyrically twerking
Making a statement, when you
and your mind is in a free
Is kinda hard to execute when you ain't feeling it day
Jumpin the gun and rushing your
Babbling on the like auctioneer, got the public's ears
Fucked up can't hear, Atlanta, Georgia where at?
OutKast this Dirty South to death the Family Camp
Got thang lit like stamps and nine-volt battery end caps
Making that music make your neck hurt
And the beats that bother your 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 like booty traps