Luyện nghe bài hát Xplosion

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

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

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

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

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