Luyện nghe bài hát Bombs Over Baghdad

Dre)
1, 2... 1, 2, 3; yeah!
Inter-national,
Thunder pounds when I stomp the (Woo!)
Like a million elephants with orangutans
You can't stop a
Who want some? Don't come
I'll be there, but when I there
Better be a name
man tellin' us it ain't gon' rain
So now we sittin' in a soakin' wet
In a silk suit not to sweat
Hits somersaults the net
But be the year that we won't forget
One-nine-nine-nine, and brutha anything goes, be wanna be
Long as you consequences, to give and for livin' defenses
Too hot, I'm jail
Too low to dig, I might just touch
Hot! Get a life, now gon' sell
Then I might catch you a spell, look at what in the mail
A scale and some Arm and Hammer, so grow grid and some m'ama
Black Cadillac and a pack of pampers, stack of questions no answers
Cure for cancer, for AIDS
Make a nigga wanna onto it for days
Get home, things are wrong
We're not really to spend all alone
Before he left, adds up to a ball of
Thousands of miles per hour
Hello, ghetto, let brain breathe,
Believe there's more
Owwww!

2X
(Dre) Don't pull the thang out, unless you to band
(Choir) Bombs Baghdad! Yeah!
(Dre) Yeah! Ha ha yeah!
Don't bang unless you plan to hit something
(Choir) Bombs Baghdad! Yeah!

(Big Boi)
Uno, dos, tres, on
Did you ever think a pimp rock a
Like that there boy and will stay street
Big happen everytime we meet
Like a track team, feind, dyin' to geek
bumpin' up and down the street
Slam back, Cadillac, five nigga deep
emcees freestylin' to the beat
Cause we get krunk, drunk, at the club
Should bought an ounce, but you caught the dub
Should have held back, but you a punch
'Spose to meet your but you packed a lunch
No D to-the U G for you
Got a son on the way by the of Bamboo
Got a little girl four year, Jordan
Never turn my on my kids for them
Should have hit, it, rag top
you read up, get a laptop
Make a business for yourself, boy, set some
Make a fair dime out of dusty
number four, but we on a roll
Hold up, slow up, stop,
Janet, planets, Stankonia is only
A movin' like floor comin' straight to
Lock all your then block the quarters
Pullin' off on bell 'cause a whippins in
Like a three piece fist, I cut your daughter
Yo quiero Bell, then i hit the border
Penny pap rappers tryin' to get the
I'm a microphone tryin' to stay alive
you come to A-town well you better not hide
Cause the Dungeon gonna ride
Ha!

2X
(Dre) Don't pull the out, unless you plan to band
(Choir) Over Baghdad! Yeah!
(Dre) Yeah! Ha ha yeah!
even bang unless you plan to hit something
(Choir) Bombs Baghdad! Yeah!

(Choir)
Over Baghdad! Yeah!
Bombs Baghdad! Yeah!
Bombs Baghdad! Yeah!
Bombs Baghdad! Yeah!

(Dre)
B-I-G,

To the

(Dre and Big Boi) 16X
Bob head. Rag top.

(1, 2...1, 2, 3, 4) (Gimme some)

(Choir) 23X
music. Electric revival