Luyện nghe bài hát Xplosion

Hello lord, it's me again, I just wanna make to love the 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 gun blast, they know who gone win
Now won't that make us all
Like class praying Private Ryan comes round
Sound travels at one thousand, one thirty, per second
Niggaz in the street they want it
When niggaz start biting that's when 3000 starts to
A little knowledge from the college of wizard Ray
Answer do you know what desire is? "Huh?"
not that's why you get what you got
Now answer this do you know what is? "Yeah"
The of hot, the motivator of pots
Snot, spit, are characteristics of release
Ask your niece or nephew, you we left you
What the future in its sweaty palms
Thank I'm finna vom? Ya like ya mean it she'll cum
Prom night might a down right fight like
White blood to the common cold rebel
Night jealous of day play is no longer
The feelin gets stronger than Ammonia sticks

We just be amazed
Even if you pull the pin from your hand
We just be amazed
Even if you pull the pin from your grenade
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

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 that grows
Deep beneath my soul dealing with you
Can I blast those who the finger at me
Who criticize and talk shit so
Fuck XXL you're a too small
I should hire Eminem so we can you all
Whether you live to talk shit the Real
Then kiss my ass in person how much you love the
I'm the outcast comin to blaze the
Outlaw due to my life that's come to
Dre, me the glass of wine
So I can pour it over my homies and mine
For all those who fallen and answered God was calling
Jump my ragtop and get all in
I'm the bomb, planted in your car why you
Pop the tape in ignite the
The is mine, the world is yours, the world is ours
The world is lost, the is tossed

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

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