Luyện nghe bài hát Bombs Over Baghdad

Dre)
1, 2... 1, 2, 3; yeah!
Inter-national,
Thunder pounds when I the ground (Woo!)
a million elephants with silverback orangutans
You stop 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 gon' rain
So now we in a drop-top soakin' wet
In a silk suit not to sweat
Hits without the net
But this'll be the that we won't forget
One-nine-nine-nine, and brutha goes, be whatchu wanna be
Long as you know consequences, to give and for defenses
Too hot, I'm jail
Too low to dig, I might just touch
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 grid and some baby m'ama
Black Cadillac and a pack of pampers, stack of with no answers
Cure for cancer, for AIDS
Make a nigga wanna onto it for days
Get home, things are wrong
We're not really able to all alone
Before he left, adds up to a ball of
Thousands of miles per hour
Hello, ghetto, let your breathe,
Believe always more
Owwww!

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

(Big Boi)
Uno, dos, tres, on
Did you ever think a rock a microphone
Like that there boy and still stay street
Big things everytime we meet
Like a team, crack feind, dyin' to geek
Outkast bumpin' up and down the
Slam back, Cadillac, 'bout five deep
emcees freestylin' to the beat
Cause we get krunk, drunk, at the club
Should bought an ounce, but you caught the dub
Should have held back, but you a punch
to meet your girl but you packed a lunch
No D U to-the G for you
Got a son on the way by the name of
Got a little girl four year, Jordan
Never turn my back on my for them
have hit, quit it, rag top
Before you up, get a laptop
Make a for yourself, boy, set some goals
Make a dime out of dusty coal
Record four, but we on a roll
Hold up, slow up, stop,
Like Janet, planets, Stankonia is
A movin' like comin' straight to Florida
Lock all your windows then block the
Pullin' off on 'cause a whippins in order
Like a piece fist, 'fore I cut your daughter
Yo quiero Bell, then i hit the border
Penny pap tryin' to get the five
I'm a fiend tryin' to stay alive
When you come to A-town well you not hide
the Dungeon Family gonna ride
Ha!

2X
(Dre) Don't pull the thang out, 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)
Over Baghdad! Yeah!
Bombs Baghdad! Yeah!
Over 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
music. Electric revival