Luyện nghe bài hát Xplosion

Hello lord, it's me again, I just wanna make to the whole globe
And all her girlfriends now that make 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 won't make us all fools
Like class clowns praying Ryan comes round
travels at one thousand, one thirty, feet per second
Niggaz in the street want it hurry
When niggaz start biting that's 3000 starts to worry
A knowledge from the college of wizard Ray Murray
Answer quick do you what desire is? "Huh?"
Apparently not why you get what you got
Now answer this do you know fire is? "Yeah"
The body of hot, the 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 like ya it she'll cum
Prom night might excite a down fight like
blood 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
if you pull the pin from your hand grenade
We just can't be
Even if you the pin from your hand grenade
We just be amazed
Even if you pull the pin your hand grenade
And we some bombs
Finna right up in your face

at the way you look at me I see it on your face
All your hate emanates but you hesitate
Cause you want inside of my head but 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 that
beneath my soul dealing with you assholes
Can I blast who point the finger at me
Who criticize and talk so freely
XXL you're a size too small
I should hire 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 that's come to pass
Dre, me the glass of wine
So I can it over my homies grave and mine
For all those who fallen and answered when God was
into my ragtop and get all in
I'm the bomb, planted in your car why you
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 your hand grenade
And we some bombs
Finna blow right up in your

With a one-two punch, B-Real and Andre they verses
Your homeboy Fat Sax playin clean-up so it worsens
People and persons on the opposite oh, yes its curtains
No burpin' oh just lyrically twerking
Making a statement, you freestyle
and mind is in a free state
Is kinda hard to when you ain't feeling it that day
Jumpin the gun and rushing flow
Babbling on the mikie like auctioneer, got the ears
Fucked up 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
Making that music that make neck hurt
And the that bother your back in my Cadillac
Six woofers and amps, lo pro vogues on swole
With the lamps diamond tucked velour pistol in my lap
Come in peace but xplode like booty traps