Luyện nghe bài hát Xplosion

Hello lord, it's me again, I just make to love the whole globe
And all her girlfriends now don't that make ya mind
Like patterns, me on my way to Saturn wit a bomb
be it view, or Saudi Shawty
I figure before the first gun blast, they know who win
Now that make us all fools
Like class praying Private Ryan comes round
Sound at one thousand, one thirty, feet per second
Niggaz in the street want it hurry
When niggaz start biting that's when 3000 starts to
A little knowledge from the college of Ray Murray
Answer quick do you know what is? "Huh?"
not that's why you get what you got
Now answer this do you what fire is? "Yeah"
The body of hot, the motivator of
Snot, spit, shit are characteristics of
Ask your niece or nephew, you think we you
What the future holds in its palms
Thank I'm finna vom? Ya move ya mean it she'll cum
Prom night might excite a right fight like
White cell to the common cold rebel
Night gets jealous of day is no longer
The feelin gets stronger than Ammonia sticks

We just be amazed
Even if you pull the pin from your grenade
We just be amazed
Even if you pull the pin your hand grenade
We just be amazed
Even if you pull the pin from your hand
And we some bombs
Finna blow right up in face

at the way you look at me I see it on your face
All hate emanates but you still hesitate
Cause you inside of my head but don't know how
To brainwash me to be a clown
Fuck I see the way you were,
see the way you I'm catching you where you work
God knows all the trouble that grows
Deep beneath my dealing with you assholes
Can I those who point the finger at me
Who criticize and shit so freely
Fuck XXL you're a 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 to blaze the grass
due to my life that's come to pass
Dre, pass me the glass of
So I can it over my homies grave and mine
For all those who fallen and when God was calling
Jump my ragtop and get all in
I'm the bomb, planted in your car why you
Pop the in ignite the xplosion
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 from your hand
And we home-made bombs
Finna blow right up in your

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