Luyện nghe bài hát Xplosion

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

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

Look at the way you at me I see it on your face
All your hate emanates but you hesitate
Cause you want inside of my but don't know how
To me to be a commercial clown
that I see the way you were,
see the way you I'm catching you where you work
God only knows all the that grows
Deep beneath my soul dealing you assholes
Can I blast those who point the at me
Who criticize and talk shit so
Fuck XXL you're a too small
I hire Eminem so we can kill you all
Whether you live to talk shit about the
Then kiss my ass in person how much you love the
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 those who and answered when God was calling
Jump my ragtop and get all in
I'm the bomb, planted in car why you frozen
Pop the tape in the xplosion
The world is mine, the is yours, the world is ours
The is lost, the world is tossed

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

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