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

One, Two
One, Two,

International
Thunder
When I stomp the
(Wooh!)
Like a million
Or Silverback
You stop the train
Who some?
Don't come
be there, but when I leave there
Better be a name
tellin' us
It ain't goin'
So now we in a droptop
wet
In a silk trying not to sweat
Hittin' without the net
But this'll be the that we won't forget
One, Nine, Nine,

Anno
goes
Be you want to be
Long that you
are given for livin'
The is
Too high to jump in
Too low to dig
I might just touch
Hot
Get a life, now on sale
Then I cast you a spell
Look at came in the mail
A scale and Arm & Hammer
Soul gold grill and bacon,
Black and a pack of Pampers
Stack of
no answers
Cure for
Cure for
a nigga want to stay on tour for days
Get back
Thangs are
Well not really, it was bad all
Before your adds up to a ball of power
Thoughts at a thousand miles per
Hello,
Let brain breathe
Believe always mo'
(Owww!)

Don't the thang out
Unless you to bang
(Bombs Baghdad)
(Yeah, yeah!)
even bang
Unless you plan to hit
(Bombs Baghdad)
(Yeah, ahh!)

Don't the thang out
you plan to bang
(Bombs Baghdad)
(Yeah!)
even bang
Unless you plan to hit
(Bombs Baghdad)

Uno, dos,
on
Did you think a pimp
a microphone?
Like there boy
And we stay street
Big things every time we meet
Like a track team, fiend
to geek
Outkast up and down the street
back Cadillac
About five deep
Seventy MC's
Freestyling to the
we get crunk
Stay drunk at the
bought an ounce
But you a dub
held back
But you the punch
to meet your girl
But you packed a
No D, to the U to the G for you
Got a son on the way
By the name of
Got a little baby
Four years,
Never turned my back on my for them

Should've hit it, it, rag top
you're up
Get a
a business for yourself, boy
Set some
Make a fat out of dusty coals
number four
But we on the
Hold up, slow up, stop,
Like Janet, planet
On ya
Moving Floyd
Comin' to Florida
Lock all windows
Then block the
off my belt
'Cause a whipping's in
I'd like a piece fish
I cut your daughter
Yo quiero Taco
Then I hit the
Piti pat trying to get the five
I'm a fiend
to stay alive
When you to ATL
Boy you not hide
'Cause the Dungeon family goin'

Don't the thang out
Unless you plan to
(Bombs Baghdad)
(Ahh, yeah)
Don't bang
you plan to hit something
(Bombs Baghdad)
(Ahh, yeah)

Don't pull the out
Unless you plan to
(Bombs Baghdad)
(Ahh, yeah)
even bang
Unless you to hit something
(Bombs Baghdad, yeah)
(Bombs Baghdad, yeah)
(Bombs Baghdad, yeah)
(Bombs Baghdad, yeah)
(Bombs Baghdad, yeah)

Ai, ai, ai, ai
Ai, ai, ai, ai, ai
Ow, ow, ow
B I G
Ow, ow, ow
B O I
Drop, drop, drop, it
Take never

Bob head, rag top
Bob head, rag top
(Come on, me some)
Bob head, rag top
(Give me some)
Bob head, rag top
Bob head, rag top
(Come on)
Bob head, rag top
(Uh, me some)
Bob head, rag top
(Give me some)
Bob head, rag top
(Give me some)
Bob head, rag top
(Uh, uh)
Bob head, rag top
(Uh)
Bob head, rag top
(Uh, me some)
Bob head, rag top
(Uh, uh)
Bob head, rag top
(Uh, me some)
Bob head, rag top
(Give me some)
Bob head, rag top
(Come on, on)
Bob head, rag top
(Come on, me some)

Power music, revival
Power music, revival
Power music, electric
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