Luyện nghe bài hát Xplosion

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

We just be amazed
Even if you pull the pin from your grenade
We can't be amazed
if you pull the pin from your hand grenade
We just can't be
Even if you pull the pin from your grenade
And we home-made bombs
Finna right 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 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 trouble grows
beneath my soul dealing with you assholes
Can I blast those who the finger at me
Who criticize and talk shit so
XXL you're a size too small
I should hire Eminem so we can you all
you live to talk shit about the Real
Then kiss my ass in person how much you love the
I'm the outcast comin to the grass
Outlaw due to my life come to pass
Dre, pass me the glass of
So I can pour it over my homies grave and
For all those who fallen and answered 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 world is

We just be amazed
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 oh, yes its curtains
No bullets oh just lyrically twerking
a statement, when you freestyle
and your mind is in a free
Is kinda hard to when you ain't feeling it that day
Jumpin the gun and rushing your
Babbling on the mikie auctioneer, got the public's ears
Fucked up can't hear, Atlanta, Georgia y'all at?
OutKast this Dirty to death the Dungeon Family Camp
Got this thang lit like stamps and battery end caps
Making music that make your neck hurt
And the beats bother your back in my Cadillac
Six woofers and amps, lo pro vogues on swole
With the carriage lamps tucked velour pistol in my lap
Come in peace but xplode like booty traps