Luyện nghe bài hát The Bomb

It's like a holocaust to the boss when I
Too much kicked then you're lost
In a shuffle of feet, the fiddler
And I control mind like Hitler

You bow and vow to
See now, a sucker with a style boring me
So I K N O W
L E D G E it might you

Then I like a Decepticon
With a mic as a
In my right
But I don't calm

So
can't flow so they go schizophrenic
You thought I dropped a dud in your
Until you taste the blood of the

Then you faint, or yet pass out
When I'm on the mic, believe ass out
You think raw so you draw

You lose, hung, you bite your tongue
The town saw in awe as you strangle
A noose on neck, and you dangle
From side to in the blazing heat
You're beat, dead, the fools fell off
You you're turning red

said that your head burst
And this is the first verse
Of the

Don't up the fight let them rumble
Over the years I've some go super-bad quick
Now the smell of the pen has got them to the stomach

Now ask yourself, stupid?
I funky, funky beats and I loop it
And pimp you in the face with the bass
And the boom the bomb that I drop, stop

You a flat top as a fashion
I love black women a passion
But they gotta go and show their ass in
I gotta clown the hoes,

You gotta the ones with the big derrieres
They'll steer you
Ice got it going on, hit me
For the gangster boogie two times for the rhyme

The ain't wholesome
want to put a young brother in Folsom
And others see me on
But I come up foul they get knocked out, word

To the brother rolls the herb
Everybody getting to the curb like that
got the gat, and it's a fact
He'll a funky beat to peel your cap

Now who's the mack? Who's the Who's the trick?
I got many, styles won't you take a pick
But don't be
When I trip and and fumble
And drop the, the bomb

I'm solo, you ask how I'm
Still dropping more shit a pigeon

the L, the E, the N, the C, the H
The M, the O, the B, the
Lyrics that make the beat swing and I
It's the hip-hopper that like coppers

And if you try to the pot, son
You get kicked in the chest a shotgun
I make the beats, I make the
I make the rhymes that make you
Make you

Ice Cube never in the middle
I make to kick you in the ass a little
And still hesitate to stutter step
Or bust a on the mic

Still dissing all the
From to right
How left to fight?
So what that Mob like?