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 make ya mind move
Like smoke patterns, me on my way to wit a bomb
Numb be it view, or Shawty
I figure before the gun blast, they know who gone win
Now won't that us all fools
Like class clowns praying Private Ryan round
Sound travels at one thousand, one thirty, feet per
Niggaz in the street they it hurry
When niggaz start biting that's 3000 starts to worry
A little knowledge from the college of wizard Ray
Answer do you know what desire is? "Huh?"
Apparently not why you get what you got
Now answer do you know what fire is? "Yeah"
The of hot, the motivator of pots
Snot, spit, shit are of release
Ask niece or nephew, you think we left you
What the future holds in its palms
Thank I'm finna vom? Ya move like ya it she'll cum
night might excite a down right fight like
White cell to the common cold rebel
Night gets of day play is no longer
The feelin gets stronger than Ammonia sticks

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

Look at the way you look at me I see it on face
All your hate emanates but you hesitate
Cause you want inside of my head but know how
To brainwash me to be a commercial
Fuck I see the way you were,
see the way you smirk I'm catching you you work
God only knows all the trouble that
Deep my soul dealing with you assholes
Can I blast those who the finger at me
Who criticize and talk so freely
Fuck XXL you're a too small
I hire Eminem 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 to blaze the grass
due to my life that's come to pass
Dre, pass me the glass of
So I can pour it over my grave and mine
For all who fallen and answered when 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 is mine, the world is yours, the world is ours
The world is lost, the is tossed

We can't be amazed
Even if you pull the pin from hand grenade
And we some bombs
Finna blow right up in face

With a one-two punch, B-Real and Andre dropped they
Your homeboy Daddy Fat Sax clean-up so it worsens
and persons on the opposite teams oh, yes its curtains
No bullets burpin' oh just twerking
Making a statement, you freestyle
and your mind is in a state
Is kinda hard to execute you ain't feeling it that day
Jumpin the gun and rushing your
Babbling on the like auctioneer, got the public's ears
up can't hear, Atlanta, Georgia where y'all at?
OutKast Dirty South to death the Dungeon Family Camp
Got thang lit like stamps and nine-volt battery end caps
Making that that make your neck hurt
And the beats that bother back 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 booty traps