Luyện nghe bài hát Xplosion

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

We just can't be
Even if you pull the pin from hand grenade
We just can't be
Even if you the pin from your hand grenade
We can't be amazed
Even if you pull the pin from hand grenade
And we home-made 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 inside of my head but don't how
To me to be a commercial clown
that I see the way you were,
see the way you smirk I'm catching you you work
God only all the trouble that grows
beneath my soul dealing with you assholes
Can I those who point the finger at me
Who criticize and talk so freely
Fuck XXL you're a too small
I should Eminem so we can kill you all
Whether you live to talk shit the Real
Then kiss my ass in person how you love the Hill
I'm the outcast comin to the grass
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 who fallen and answered when 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 is mine, the world is yours, the world is ours
The world is lost, the world is

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

a one-two punch, B-Real and Andre dropped they verses
Your Daddy Fat Sax playin clean-up so it worsens
People and on the opposite teams oh, yes its curtains
No burpin' oh just lyrically twerking
Making a statement, you freestyle
and mind is in a free state
Is kinda hard to execute when you feeling it that day
Jumpin the gun and rushing flow
on the mikie like auctioneer, got the public's ears
Fucked up hear, Atlanta, Georgia where y'all at?
OutKast this Dirty South to death the Family Camp
Got this thang lit like stamps and battery end caps
Making that music that make your neck
And the that bother your back in my Cadillac
Six woofers and amps, lo pro vogues on swole
With the carriage lamps diamond velour pistol in my lap
in peace but then xplode like booty traps