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 Shawty
I figure before the gun blast, they know who gone win
Now won't that us all fools
Like class praying Private Ryan comes round
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 wizard Ray
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, are characteristics of release
Ask niece or nephew, you think we left you
What the future holds in its sweaty
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
gets jealous of day play is no longer
The feelin gets stronger than sticks inhale

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

Look at the way you look at me I see it on face
All your hate emanates but you still
Cause you want 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 smirk I'm you where you work
God only knows all the trouble that
Deep beneath my soul with you assholes
Can I blast those who the finger at me
Who and talk shit so freely
Fuck XXL you're a size too
I should Eminem so we can kill you all
Whether you to talk shit about 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 over my homies grave and
For all those who and answered when God was calling
into 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 is yours, the world is ours
The world is lost, the is tossed

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

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