Luyện nghe bài hát Bombs Over Baghdad

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

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

(Big Boi)
Uno, dos, tres, on
Did you ever a pimp rock a microphone
Like there boy and will still stay street
Big happen everytime we meet
Like a team, crack feind, dyin' to geek
bumpin' up and down the street
Slam back, Cadillac, 'bout nigga deep
Seventy-five freestylin' to the beat
we get krunk, stay drunk, at the club
Should have bought an ounce, but you the dub
have held back, but you throwed a punch
'Spose to meet girl but you packed a lunch
No D to-the U G for you
Got a son on the way by the name of
Got a little baby girl four year,
Never turn my back on my for them
Should have hit, it, rag top
you read up, get a laptop
Make a for yourself, boy, set some goals
Make a fair dime out of coal
Record number four, but we on a
up, slow up, stop, control
Like Janet, planets, Stankonia is
A movin' like floor straight to Florida
Lock all your windows block the quarters
off on bell 'cause a whippins in order
Like a three piece fist, 'fore I cut your
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 to A-town well you better not hide
the Dungeon Family gonna ride
Ha!

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

(Choir)
Over Baghdad! Yeah!
Bombs Baghdad! Yeah!
Over 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. Electric