Luyện nghe bài hát Bombs Over Baghdad

Dre)
1, 2... 1, 2, 3; yeah!
Inter-national,
Thunder pounds I stomp the ground (Woo!)
Like a elephants with silverback orangutans
You stop a train
Who want some? Don't un-pre-pared
I'll be there, but when I leave
be a household name
Weather man tellin' us it ain't rain
So now we sittin' in a drop-top wet
In a silk tryin' not to sweat
Hits somersaults the net
But this'll be the year we won't forget
One-nine-nine-nine, and brutha anything goes, be whatchu be
Long as you know consequences, to give and for defenses
Too hot, I'm jumpin'
Too low to dig, I might just hell
Hot! Get a life, now gon' sell
Then I might catch you a spell, look at what came in the
A scale and some Arm and Hammer, so grow grid and some baby
Black Cadillac and a pack of pampers, stack of questions no answers
Cure for cancer, for AIDS
a nigga wanna stay onto it for days
Get back home, are wrong
We're not really able to all alone
Before he left, adds up to a of power
Thousands of miles per hour
Hello, ghetto, let brain breathe,
there's always more
Owwww!

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

(Big Boi)
Uno, dos, tres, on
Did you ever think a pimp rock a
Like that there boy and will still street
Big happen everytime we meet
Like a team, crack feind, dyin' to geek
Outkast bumpin' up and the street
Slam back, Cadillac, 'bout five deep
emcees freestylin' to the beat
Cause we get krunk, stay drunk, at the
have bought an ounce, but you caught the dub
Should have 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 back on my kids for
have hit, quit it, rag top
Before you read up, get a
Make a business for yourself, boy, set goals
Make a fair out of dusty coal
number four, but we on a roll
Hold up, slow up, stop,
Like Janet, planets, is only
A movin' floor comin' straight to Florida
all your windows then block the quarters
Pullin' off on 'cause a whippins in order
Like a three fist, 'fore I cut your daughter
Yo quiero Bell, then i hit the border
pap rappers tryin' to get the five
I'm a fiend tryin' to stay alive
When you come to A-town well you better not
Cause the Dungeon Family ride
Ha!

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