Luyện nghe bài hát Xplosion

Hello lord, it's me again, I wanna make to love the whole globe
And all her girlfriends now don't that ya mind move
Like patterns, me on my way to Saturn wit a bomb
be it view, or Saudi Shawty
I before the first gun blast, they know who gone win
Now won't make us all fools
class clowns praying Private Ryan comes round
Sound travels at one thousand, one thirty, per second
Niggaz in the street they it hurry
When niggaz biting that's when 3000 starts to worry
A little knowledge from the of wizard Ray Murray
Answer quick do you what desire is? "Huh?"
not that's why you get what you got
Now this do you know 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
the future holds in its sweaty palms
Thank I'm finna Ya move like ya mean it she'll cum
Prom night might a down right fight like
White cell to the common cold rebel
Night gets of day play is no longer
The feelin gets stronger than sticks inhale

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

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 clown
that I see the way you were,
see the way you smirk I'm catching you where you
God only all the trouble that grows
Deep beneath my dealing with you assholes
Can I blast those who point the at me
Who criticize and talk shit so
XXL you're a size too small
I should hire so we can kill you all
you live to talk shit about the Real
Then my ass in person how much you love the Hill
I'm the outcast to blaze the grass
Outlaw due to my life come to pass
Dre, pass me the of wine
So I can pour it over my homies and mine
For all those who fallen and answered when God was
into my ragtop and get all in
I'm the bomb, planted in your car why you
Pop the in ignite the xplosion
The world is mine, the is yours, the world is ours
The world is lost, the world is

We just be amazed
Even if you pull the pin from hand grenade
And we some home-made
Finna blow up in your face

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