Luyện nghe bài hát Xplosion

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

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

Look at the way you look at me I see it on your
All your hate emanates but you still
you want inside 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 I'm catching you where you work
God only all the trouble that grows
Deep my soul dealing with you assholes
Can I blast those who point the at me
Who and talk shit so freely
Fuck XXL a size too small
I should hire so we can kill you all
Whether you to talk shit about the Real
Then kiss my ass in person how much you love the
I'm the outcast comin to blaze the
Outlaw due to my life come to pass
Dre, me the glass of wine
So I can pour it over my grave and mine
For all who fallen and answered when God was calling
into my ragtop and get all in
I'm the bomb, planted in car why you frozen
Pop the tape in ignite the
The world is mine, the world is yours, the world is
The world is lost, the is tossed

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

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