Luyện nghe bài hát Xplosion

Hello lord, it's me again, I just wanna make to love the whole
And all her girlfriends now don't that ya mind move
smoke patterns, me on my way to Saturn wit a bomb
Numb be it view, or Saudi
I figure before the first gun blast, know who gone win
Now that make us all fools
Like clowns praying Private Ryan comes round
Sound travels at one thousand, one thirty, per second
Niggaz in the street they want it
When start biting that's when 3000 starts to worry
A little knowledge from the of wizard Ray Murray
Answer quick do you know what 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 of release
Ask your niece or nephew, you we left you
What the future in its sweaty palms
Thank I'm finna vom? Ya move ya mean it she'll cum
Prom night might excite a down fight like
White cell to the common cold rebel
Night jealous of day play is no longer
The feelin stronger than Ammonia sticks inhale

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

Look at the way you at me I see it on your face
All your emanates but you still hesitate
Cause you want inside of my head but know how
To brainwash me to be a clown
Fuck I see the way you were,
see the way you smirk I'm you where you work
God knows all the trouble that grows
Deep beneath my soul with you assholes
Can I those who point the finger at me
Who criticize and talk so freely
Fuck XXL you're a size too
I should Eminem so we can kill you all
Whether you live to shit about the Real
Then kiss my ass in person how much you love the
I'm the comin to blaze 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 fallen and answered when God was
Jump my ragtop and get all in
I'm the bomb, in your car why you frozen
Pop the tape in ignite the
The world is mine, the world is yours, the is ours
The world is lost, the world is

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

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