Luyện nghe bài hát Timebomb

Hey Chuck, we got some out there

Yo, we gotta do somethin' about man
Yo, we get stupid
Yo, we gotta let 'em know what it is

You go ooh and ahh when I in my car
People treat me like Abdul Jabbar
No matter who you are I'm up to par
I betcha go hip hop, or hurrah

But the ahhs and ohhs is my of news
Pop your tape in, put car in cruise
I never heard the boos, I never booze
'Cause I just the rhythm left alone the blues

The L.I. mystique, you sneak to
A look and then you know that we're never
I know you can't wait, never too late
No fear I'm and everything is straight

Cycles, cycles, life runs in
New is old, no, I'm not no
The monkey on the makes the best excel
The people in the crowd makes the best rock

The people in the back lets you know whack
And who lack the odds are stacked
The one who makes the is white not black
You might not believe it but it is that

When you come to my watch me throw
with the other brothers toe to toe
When you make a move, new not
And watch the bro just bust a groove

A fat lady soprano, loads my
my jam with a funky piano
Easy on the wall but on the panel
A fool smokes Kools 'cause he chokes on

In effect the in check
Run by the posse the gold around the neck
Homeboys in lookin' for sweet
Ladies in the so they can meet

Somebody to makin' a baby
Givin' it to an' makin' her crazy
I'm a MC protector, U.S.
South African government

power, you can feel it in my arm
Lookout I'm a timebomb
Tickin', tockin', all rockin'
Makin' much dollars while the crazy one's

The to shake the house downy down
Bounce to the ounce is sound the
The man, the enemy, King, no thing
All fall to the force of my

Like Ali Frazier, in Manila
A pinpoint blank microphone killer am I
No need to lie, got the Flavor
To prove I'll win and if not the

I'll pick up, rack up, put your whole up
Just choose to lose the bet, stick up
is the wiz but the mike's not his, it's mine
One time let the shine

And I'm tellin' you, yelling at you through
think you're grown 'cause your mustache grew
I'm one you know it weighs a ton
And I'll be the you can be the bun, girl

Surroundin' my poundin', get on down to my funky sound
And rock the rhythm one time your mind
roll, two times control
The mauler and the caller of your
And when I'm to leave, you're gonna know I go boom

Three times y'all rhythm rhyme and
Then you'll the D is on the block
Four times and never ever the whack
It's the hour to the minute, to blow black