Luyện nghe bài hát Xplosion

Hello lord, it's me again, I just wanna to love the whole globe
And all her now don't that make ya mind move
smoke patterns, me on my way to Saturn wit a bomb
Numb be it view, or Saudi
I figure before the first gun blast, know who gone win
Now won't that us all fools
Like class clowns praying Private Ryan comes
Sound at one thousand, one thirty, feet per second
Niggaz in the street want it hurry
When niggaz start biting when 3000 starts to worry
A little knowledge from the of wizard Ray Murray
Answer quick do you what desire is? "Huh?"
Apparently not that's why you get you got
Now answer this do you what fire is? "Yeah"
The body of hot, the of pots
Snot, spit, are characteristics of release
Ask your or nephew, you think we left you
What the future holds in its palms
Thank I'm finna vom? Ya move ya mean it she'll cum
Prom night might excite a down right fight
blood cell to the common cold rebel
Night gets jealous of day play is no
The gets stronger than Ammonia sticks inhale

We just can't be
Even if you pull the pin your hand grenade
We can't be amazed
Even if you pull the pin from hand grenade
We can't be amazed
if you pull the pin from your hand grenade
And we some bombs
Finna blow right up in your

Look at the way you at me I see it on your face
All your hate emanates but you still
Cause you want of my head but don't know how
To brainwash me to be a commercial
Fuck I see the way you were,
see the way you I'm catching you where you work
God only knows all the that grows
Deep beneath my soul dealing with you
Can I blast those who the finger at me
Who and talk shit so freely
Fuck XXL you're a size too
I should Eminem so we can kill you all
Whether you live to shit about the Real
Then kiss my ass in how much you love the Hill
I'm the outcast comin to blaze the
Outlaw due to my that's come to pass
Dre, pass me the glass of
So I can pour it over my homies and mine
For all those who fallen and answered God was calling
Jump into my and get all in
I'm the bomb, planted in your car why you
Pop the tape in the xplosion
The world is mine, the world is yours, the world is
The world is lost, the world is

We just can't be
Even if you pull the pin from your grenade
And we some home-made
Finna blow right up in your

a one-two punch, B-Real and Andre dropped they verses
Your homeboy Daddy Fat Sax playin so it worsens
People and on the opposite teams oh, yes its curtains
No bullets oh just lyrically twerking
Making a statement, you freestyle
and your is in a free state
Is kinda hard to execute when you feeling it that day
Jumpin the gun and your flow
Babbling on the like auctioneer, got the public's ears
up can't hear, Atlanta, Georgia where y'all at?
OutKast this Dirty South to the Dungeon Family Camp
Got this thang lit like stamps and nine-volt battery end
Making that music that make your hurt
And the beats bother your back in my Cadillac
Six and four amps, lo pro vogues on swole
With the carriage lamps diamond tucked pistol in my lap
Come in peace but then like booty traps