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!)
Like a million with silverback orangutans
You can't stop a
Who some? Don't come un-pre-pared
I'll be there, but when I there
Better be a household
man tellin' us it ain't gon' rain
So now we in a drop-top, soakin wet
In a suit, tryin' not to sweat
somersaults without the net
But be the year that we won't forget
One-Nine-Nine-Nine, Ano Domini, goes, be whatchu wanna be
Long as you know are given for livin, the fence is
too high to jump in
Too low to dig, I might touch hell HOT!
Get a life, now they sell
Then I might catch you a spell, look at came in the mail
A scale and some Arm and Hammer, so grow grid and baby máma
Black and a pack of pampers
Stack of with no answers
Cure for cancer, for AIDS
Make a nigga wanna on tour for days
Get back home, are wrong
When I really knew it was bad all
you left adds up to a ball of power
Thoughts at a thousands miles per
Hello, ghetto, let your breathe
Believe always mo', OW!

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

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

pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang
Bombs 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 even bang unless you to hit something
Bombs Baghdad!
Yeah!

Bombs Baghdad! Yeah

B-I-G,

To the

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

Po-wer music, revival!