Luyện nghe bài hát Thunder Lightning

"not it"
"my my thunder"
It not end
"not it" "my lightning my thunder"
"not hav--"

Xzibit (lightning) (come on) "not havin it"
"my lightning my thunder" "not havin it" "my my thunder"

Look the wind blew in, a wild west storm
In the of thunder and lightning
be the thunder, defari be the lightning
Crack a shark's teeth he be bitin
These fakers can't stand it to sell they
Wit silver-tipped lyrics I shoot across the planet
Your favorite's janet, I'm bangin that's hard like granite
these critics 'cause that's the way I planned it
Your brain I scanned it, and analyzed weakness
You're not creative, niggas you we call leeches (say what)
(that brother teaches, yep) make no big deal of it
I just knows I half-step
The after high noon moonshine
That's where you find a reserved for x and herut
>from to the mellanys
Don't give a fuck where you look, they likwit emcees

[tash]
"not it"
Xzibit's da thunder, da lightning (4x)

Y'all niggas speakin out of anger and
But xzibit got the
Defari joints in the ligiments
Kill-afornia b-boys who search and destroy
Bring the heat to the temperature in hell's kitchen
Don't get too relaxed and find yourself missin,
Shot from a whole new position, relieve the tension
Break bread wit my
All the bitches we be hangin out wit one another
And my good times wit hennesy straight
Can you relate, or is your heart filled wit
We history, get your cameras and roll the tape
Document the y'all niggas refuse to make
How many fools do it take for me to down
To realize likwit niggas ain't fuckin
Feel the shakin sound will never provoke
We automatically swing and aim for the throat, mothafuckers

4x

The ice age stop me from writin a page
Of lyrical rage to be taken out on
my frustrations slice emcess wit vocal blades
No dough, no show, no gots to get paid
You listen to the horses sounds*
It make these wack emcees quit and go take college courses
And get a higher sense of
Clappin off ? vermin? , bust his spine and be the iodine that's

Put your gun boy, you get beat like your father did
Debo style, snap your limbs a crocodile
Nasty, wicked, and and ready for the confrontation
You tryin to deliver but into complications
Of course, the work horse, the source
Either in quietly or be taken by force
40 & 40 nightz brought the thunder & lightning
Let's both burn sudden and have a clash of the

4x