Luyện nghe bài hát Xplosion

Hello lord, it's me again, I wanna make to love the whole globe
And all her girlfriends now don't that make ya mind
Like smoke patterns, me on my way to Saturn wit a
Numb be it view, or Saudi
I figure the first gun blast, they know who gone win
Now won't that make us all
Like class clowns praying Private comes round
Sound at one thousand, one thirty, feet per second
in the street they want it hurry
When niggaz start that's when 3000 starts to worry
A little from the college of wizard Ray Murray
Answer quick do you know desire is? "Huh?"
Apparently not that's why you get you got
Now this 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 like ya mean it she'll cum
Prom night excite a down right fight like
White blood cell to the common cold
Night gets jealous of day play is no
The feelin gets stronger than sticks inhale

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

Look at the way you at me I see it on your face
All your hate emanates but you hesitate
Cause you want inside of my head but don't 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 grows
Deep beneath my soul dealing you assholes
Can I blast those who the finger at me
Who criticize and talk shit so
XXL you're a size too small
I should hire Eminem so we can you all
Whether you live to talk shit about the
Then kiss my ass in person how you love the Hill
I'm the outcast to blaze the grass
Outlaw due to my life that's come to
Dre, pass me the of wine
So I can pour it over my homies grave and
For all those who fallen and answered God was calling
into my ragtop and get all in
I'm the bomb, planted in your car why you
Pop the in ignite the xplosion
The world is mine, the world is yours, the is ours
The is lost, the world is tossed

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

With a one-two punch, B-Real and Andre they verses
Your homeboy Daddy Fat Sax playin so it worsens
and persons on the opposite teams oh, yes its curtains
No bullets burpin' oh just lyrically
Making a statement, you freestyle
and your mind is in a free
Is kinda hard to execute when you feeling it that day
Jumpin the gun and rushing 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 Family
Got this thang lit like and nine-volt battery end caps
Making that music that make your neck
And the beats that your back in my Cadillac
Six woofers and amps, lo pro vogues on swole
With the carriage lamps diamond tucked velour in my lap
Come in peace but then xplode booty traps