Luyện nghe bài hát Xplosion

Hello lord, it's me again, I just wanna to love the whole globe
And all her girlfriends now 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, they know who win
Now won't that make us all
Like class praying Private Ryan comes round
travels at one thousand, one thirty, feet per second
Niggaz in the street they want it
When niggaz start biting that's when 3000 to worry
A little knowledge from the of wizard Ray Murray
Answer quick do you know what is? "Huh?"
Apparently not that's why you get you got
Now answer this do you know fire is? "Yeah"
The of hot, the motivator of pots
Snot, spit, shit are of release
Ask your 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 might a down right fight like
blood cell to the common cold rebel
Night gets of day play is no longer
The feelin gets stronger than Ammonia inhale

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

Look at the way you look at me I see it on face
All hate emanates but you still hesitate
Cause you want inside of my but don't know how
To me to be a commercial clown
Fuck I see the way you were,
see the way you smirk I'm catching you where you
God knows all the trouble that grows
Deep beneath my dealing with you assholes
Can I blast who point the finger at me
Who and talk shit so freely
Fuck XXL you're a size too
I should hire so we can kill you all
Whether you live to talk shit the Real
Then kiss my ass in person how much you the Hill
I'm the outcast comin to the grass
Outlaw due to my life come to pass
Dre, me the glass of wine
So I can pour it my homies grave and mine
For all those who fallen and answered God was calling
Jump my ragtop and get all in
I'm the bomb, in your car why you frozen
Pop the tape in the xplosion
The is mine, the world is yours, the world is ours
The world is lost, the world is

We just be amazed
if you pull the pin from your hand grenade
And we some bombs
Finna blow up in your face

With a punch, B-Real and Andre dropped they 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 lyrically twerking
a statement, when you freestyle
and your is in a free state
Is kinda hard to execute when you feeling it that day
Jumpin the gun and rushing your
Babbling on the mikie auctioneer, got the public's ears
up can't hear, Atlanta, Georgia where y'all at?
OutKast this Dirty South to death the Dungeon Family
Got thang lit like stamps and nine-volt battery end caps
Making that music that make your neck
And the beats that bother back in my Cadillac
Six woofers and four amps, lo pro on swole
With the carriage lamps diamond tucked pistol in my lap
Come in peace but then xplode like traps