Luyện nghe bài hát Bombs Over Baghdad

Dre)
1, 2... 1, 2, 3; yeah!
Inter-national,
Thunder pounds I stomp the ground (Woo!)
a million elephants with silverback orangutans
You stop a train
Who want some? Don't un-pre-pared
I'll be there, but I leave there
be a household name
Weather man tellin' us it gon' rain
So now we sittin' in a soakin' wet
In a silk suit tryin' not to
somersaults without the net
But this'll be the year that we won't
One-nine-nine-nine, and brutha anything goes, be wanna be
Long as you consequences, to give and for livin' defenses
Too hot, I'm jumpin'
Too low to dig, I might just touch
Hot! Get a life, now they sell
I might catch you a spell, look at what came in the mail
A scale and Arm and Hammer, so grow grid and some baby m'ama
Cadillac and a pack of pampers, stack of questions with no answers
Cure for cancer, cure for
a nigga wanna stay onto it for days
Get back home, are wrong
We're not really able to all alone
he left, adds up to a ball of power
Thousands of thousands per hour
Hello, ghetto, let brain breathe,
Believe there's more
Owwww!

2X
(Dre) Don't the thang out, unless you plan to band
(Choir) Bombs Baghdad! Yeah!
(Dre) Yeah! Ha ha yeah!
even bang unless you plan to hit something
(Choir) Over Baghdad! Yeah!

(Big Boi)
Uno, dos, tres, on
Did you ever think a pimp a microphone
Like that boy and will still stay street
Big things happen everytime we
a track team, crack feind, dyin' to geek
Outkast bumpin' up and the street
back, Cadillac, 'bout five nigga deep
Seventy-five emcees freestylin' to the
Cause we get krunk, stay drunk, at the
Should have an ounce, but you caught the dub
Should held back, but you throwed a punch
to meet your girl but you packed a lunch
No D to-the U G for you
Got a son on the way by the of Bamboo
Got a little baby girl four year,
Never turn my on my kids for them
Should have hit, it, rag top
Before you read up, get a
Make a business for yourself, boy, set some
Make a dime out of dusty coal
number four, but we on a roll
Hold up, up, stop, control
Like Janet, planets, is only
A movin' like comin' straight to Florida
Lock all windows then block the quarters
Pullin' off on bell 'cause a whippins in
Like a three fist, 'fore I cut your daughter
Yo quiero Bell, then i hit the border
Penny pap rappers tryin' to get the
I'm a fiend tryin' to stay alive
When you come to A-town you better not hide
Cause the Dungeon gonna ride
Ha!

2X
(Dre) pull the thang out, unless you plan to band
(Choir) Over Baghdad! Yeah!
(Dre) Yeah! Ha ha yeah!
Don't even bang unless you plan to hit
(Choir) Over Baghdad! Yeah!

(Choir)
Bombs Baghdad! Yeah!
Bombs Baghdad! Yeah!
Bombs Baghdad! Yeah!
Bombs Baghdad! Yeah!

(Dre)
B-I-G,

To the

(Dre and Big Boi) 16X
Bob head. Rag top.

(1, 2...1, 2, 3, 4) (Gimme some)

(Choir) 23X
Bible music. revival