Luyện nghe bài hát B.o.b. (bombs Over Baghdad)

1, 2, 1, 2, 3 yeah!
In-slum-national,
Thunder pounds when I the ground (Woo!)
a million elephants with silverback orangutans
You can't a train
Who some? Don't come un-pre-pared
I'll be there, but I leave there
Better be a household
Weather man tellin' us it ain't gon'
So now we sittin' in a drop-top, wet
In a silk suit, tryin' not to
Hits somersaults the net
But be the year that we won't forget
One-Nine-Nine-Nine, Ano Domini, anything goes, be wanna be
Long as you consequences are given for livin, the fence is
too to jump in jail
Too low to dig, I might just touch HOT!
Get a life, now they sell
Then I might you a spell, look at what came in the mail
A scale and some Arm and Hammer, so grow grid and some baby
Black Cadillac and a of pampers
of question with no answers
Cure for cancer, for AIDS
Make a nigga wanna stay on for days
Get back home, are wrong
When I knew it was bad all along
Before you left adds up to a ball of
at a thousands miles per hour
Hello, ghetto, let your breathe
there's always mo', OW!

Don't pull the thang out, you plan to bang
over Baghdad!
Yeah! Ha ha yeah!
Don't even bang unless you plan to hit
Bombs Baghdad!
Yeah!
pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang
Bombs Baghdad!
Yeah! Ha ha yeah!
Don't even bang you plan to hit something
Bombs Baghdad!
Yeah!

Uno, dos, tres, on
Did you ever think a pimp rock a
Like that there boi and will still street
Big things happen every we meet
Like a track team, crack fiend, to geek
Outkast bumpin' up and the street
Slam back, Cadillac, five nigga deep
Seventy-five emcee's freestylin' to the
Cause we get krunk, drunk, at the club
Should bought an ounce, but you caught the dub
Should have held back, but you throwed the
'Spose to meet your girl but you a lunch
No D U to-the G for you
Got a son on the way by the of Bamboo
Got a little baby four year, Jordan
turn my back on my kids for them
Should hit it (hit it) quit it (quit it) rag (rag) top (top)
Before you read up, get a
Make a for yourself, boy, set some goals
Make a fair out of dusty coals
number four, but we on a roll
Hold up, slow up, stop,
like Janet, planets, on ya
Movin like Floyd comin' to Florida
Lock all your windows then block the
Pullin off a 'cause a whipping's in order
Like a three-piece 'fore I cut your daughter
Yo quiero Taco Bell, then I hit the
Penny pap rappers to get the five
I'm a fiend tryin' to stay alive
you come to ATL boi you betta not hide
cause the Dungeon gon' ride, hah!

Don't the thang out, unless you plan to bang
over Baghdad!
Yeah! Ha ha yeah!
Don't even bang unless you to hit something
Bombs Baghdad!
Yeah!
Don't pull the thang out, you plan to bang
over Baghdad!
Yeah! Ha ha yeah!
Don't bang unless you plan to hit something
over Baghdad!
Yeah!

Bombs over Baghdad!

B-I-G,

To the

Bob head, rag top
(1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4) (Gimme some)

Po-wer music, revival!