Luyện nghe bài hát Xplosion

Hello lord, it's me again, I just wanna to love the whole globe
And all her girlfriends now don't that ya mind move
Like patterns, me on my way to Saturn wit a bomb
be it view, or Saudi Shawty
I figure before the gun blast, they know who gone win
Now won't that make us all
class clowns praying Private Ryan comes round
Sound travels at one thousand, one thirty, per second
Niggaz in the street they want it
When niggaz start biting that's when 3000 starts to
A little from the college of wizard Ray Murray
quick do you know what 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 characteristics of
Ask niece or nephew, you think we left you
What the future in its sweaty palms
Thank I'm finna vom? Ya like ya mean it she'll cum
Prom night might excite a right fight like
White blood to the common cold rebel
Night gets of day play is no longer
The feelin gets than Ammonia sticks inhale

We just be amazed
Even if you pull the pin from hand grenade
We can't be amazed
Even if you pull the pin your hand grenade
We just can't be
Even if you pull the pin from your 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 still
Cause you want inside of my but don't know how
To brainwash me to be a commercial
that I see the way you were,
see the way you smirk I'm catching you where you
God only all the trouble that grows
Deep beneath my soul with you assholes
Can I blast those who point the at me
Who criticize and talk shit so
Fuck XXL a size too small
I should Eminem so we can kill you all
Whether you live to talk shit about the
Then my ass in person how much you love the Hill
I'm the outcast comin to blaze the
Outlaw due to my that's come to pass
Dre, pass me the of wine
So I can pour it over my homies and mine
For all those who fallen and when God was calling
Jump into my and get all in
I'm the bomb, in your 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 just be amazed
Even if you pull the pin from hand grenade
And we some bombs
blow right up in your face

With a one-two punch, B-Real and Andre dropped they
Your homeboy Daddy Fat Sax playin so it worsens
People and persons on the teams oh, yes its curtains
No bullets oh just lyrically twerking
a statement, when you freestyle
and your is in a free state
Is kinda hard to execute when you 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?
this Dirty South to death the Dungeon Family Camp
Got this thang lit stamps and nine-volt battery end caps
Making that music make your neck hurt
And the beats that bother your back in my
Six woofers and amps, lo pro vogues on swole
With the carriage lamps tucked velour pistol in my lap
Come in peace but xplode like booty traps