Luyện nghe bài hát Bombs Over Baghdad

Dre)
1, 2... 1, 2, 3; yeah!
Inter-national,
Thunder when I stomp the ground (Woo!)
Like a million with silverback orangutans
You stop a train
Who want Don't come un-pre-pared
be there, but when I leave there
Better be a household
Weather man tellin' us it gon' rain
So now we in a drop-top soakin' wet
In a silk tryin' not to sweat
Hits without the net
But this'll be the year we won't forget
One-nine-nine-nine, and brutha anything goes, be wanna be
Long as you know consequences, to give and for defenses
Too hot, I'm jail
Too low to dig, I might touch hell
Hot! Get a life, now gon' sell
Then I catch you a spell, look at what came in the mail
A scale and some Arm and Hammer, so grow and some baby m'ama
Cadillac and a pack of pampers, stack of questions with no answers
Cure for cancer, cure for
Make a wanna stay onto it for days
Get back home, are wrong
We're not really able to spend all
Before he left, adds up to a ball of
Thousands of thousands miles per
Hello, ghetto, let your breathe,
Believe always more
Owwww!

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

(Big Boi)
Uno, dos, tres, on
Did you think a pimp rock a microphone
that there boy and will still stay street
Big things happen we meet
Like a track team, feind, dyin' to geek
bumpin' up and down the street
Slam back, Cadillac, 'bout nigga deep
Seventy-five freestylin' to the beat
Cause we get krunk, drunk, at the club
Should have bought an ounce, but you the dub
Should held back, but you throwed a punch
'Spose to meet your but you packed a lunch
No D to-the U G for you
Got a son on the way by the name of
Got a baby girl four year, Jordan
Never turn my back on my for them
Should have hit, it, rag top
Before you read up, get a
Make a business for yourself, boy, set goals
Make a dime out of dusty coal
number four, but we on a roll
Hold up, slow up, stop,
Janet, planets, Stankonia is only
A movin' like floor comin' straight to
Lock all your windows then the quarters
Pullin' off on bell a whippins in order
Like a three piece fist, 'fore I cut your
Yo quiero Taco Bell, then i hit the
Penny pap rappers to get the five
I'm a microphone fiend tryin' to stay
When you come to well you better not hide
Cause the Dungeon Family ride
Ha!

2X
(Dre) Don't pull the 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) Bombs Baghdad! Yeah!

(Choir)
Bombs Baghdad! Yeah!
Over Baghdad! Yeah!
Bombs Baghdad! Yeah!
Over 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
music. Electric revival