Luyện nghe bài hát Bombs Over Baghdad

Dre)
1, 2... 1, 2, 3; yeah!
Inter-national,
pounds when I stomp the ground (Woo!)
Like a million elephants with silverback
You can't stop a
Who want some? Don't come
I'll be there, but I leave there
be a household name
Weather man tellin' us it ain't rain
So now we sittin' in a drop-top wet
In a suit tryin' not to sweat
somersaults without the net
But this'll be the that we won't forget
One-nine-nine-nine, and anything goes, be whatchu wanna be
Long as you consequences, to give and for livin' defenses
Too hot, I'm jumpin'
Too low to dig, I might touch hell
Hot! Get a life, now gon' sell
Then I might you a spell, look at what came in the mail
A and some Arm and Hammer, so grow grid and some baby m'ama
Black Cadillac and a pack of pampers, stack of questions with no
for cancer, cure for AIDS
Make a wanna stay onto it for days
Get back home, are wrong
We're not really to spend all alone
Before he left, adds up to a ball of
Thousands of thousands miles per
Hello, ghetto, let your breathe,
Believe there's always
Owwww!

2X
(Dre) Don't the thang out, unless you plan to band
(Choir) Over Baghdad! Yeah!
(Dre) Yeah! Ha ha yeah!
Don't even unless you plan to hit something
(Choir) Over Baghdad! Yeah!

(Big Boi)
Uno, dos, tres, on
Did you ever think a pimp a microphone
Like there boy and will still stay street
Big things happen everytime we
Like a track team, crack feind, dyin' to
Outkast bumpin' up and the street
back, Cadillac, 'bout five nigga deep
Seventy-five emcees freestylin' to the
Cause we get krunk, drunk, at the club
Should have bought an ounce, but you the dub
Should have held back, but you throwed a
'Spose to your girl but you packed a lunch
No D U to-the G for you
Got a son on the way by the of Bamboo
Got a little girl four year, Jordan
Never my back on my kids for them
have hit, quit it, rag top
Before you up, get a laptop
Make a for yourself, boy, set some goals
a fair dime out of dusty coal
Record number four, but we on a
up, slow up, stop, control
Like Janet, planets, is only
A movin' like floor straight to Florida
Lock all your windows then the quarters
off on bell 'cause a whippins in order
Like a three fist, 'fore I cut your daughter
Yo quiero Bell, then i hit the border
pap rappers tryin' to get the five
I'm a microphone fiend to stay alive
When you to A-town well you better not hide
the Dungeon Family gonna ride
Ha!

2X
(Dre) Don't pull the thang out, unless you to band
(Choir) Over Baghdad! Yeah!
(Dre) Yeah! Ha ha yeah!
Don't even unless you plan to hit something
(Choir) Bombs Baghdad! Yeah!

(Choir)
Bombs Baghdad! Yeah!
Over Baghdad! Yeah!
Bombs Baghdad! Yeah!
Bombs Baghdad! Yeah!

(Dre)
B-I-G,

To the

(Dre and Big Boi) 16X
Bob head. Rag top.

(1, 2...1, 2, 3, 4) (Gimme some)

(Choir) 23X
Bible music. Electric