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 make ya mind move
smoke patterns, me on my way to Saturn wit a bomb
Numb be it view, or Shawty
I figure before the first gun blast, they who gone win
Now that make us all fools
Like class clowns praying Private 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 starts to worry
A little knowledge from the college of Ray Murray
Answer quick do you what desire is? "Huh?"
not that's why you get what you got
Now this do you know what fire is? "Yeah"
The body of hot, the of pots
Snot, spit, are characteristics of release
Ask your niece or nephew, you think we you
What the future in its sweaty palms
Thank I'm finna vom? Ya move like ya mean it cum
Prom night might excite a down fight like
White cell to the common cold rebel
Night jealous of day play is no longer
The feelin gets stronger Ammonia sticks inhale

We just be amazed
Even if you the pin from your hand grenade
We can't be amazed
Even if you pull the pin your hand grenade
We just be amazed
if you pull the pin from your hand grenade
And we some 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 hesitate
Cause you want inside of my head but don't how
To brainwash me to be a clown
Fuck I see the way you were,
see the way you smirk I'm catching you where you
God only all the trouble that grows
beneath my soul dealing with you assholes
Can I those who point the finger at me
Who and talk shit so freely
Fuck XXL you're a size too
I hire Eminem so we can kill you all
you live to talk shit about the Real
Then kiss my ass in person how much you love the
I'm the outcast comin to the grass
due to my life that's come to pass
Dre, pass me the of wine
So I can pour it my homies grave and mine
For all those who fallen and when God was calling
Jump into my and get all in
I'm the bomb, planted in 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 world is

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

With a one-two punch, B-Real and Andre dropped verses
Your homeboy Daddy Fat Sax playin clean-up so it
and persons on the opposite teams oh, yes its curtains
No bullets burpin' oh just twerking
Making a statement, when you
and your mind is in a free
Is hard to execute when you ain't feeling it that day
Jumpin the gun and rushing flow
on the mikie like auctioneer, got the public's ears
Fucked up hear, Atlanta, Georgia where y'all at?
this Dirty South to death the Dungeon Family Camp
Got this lit like stamps and nine-volt battery end caps
Making that music that your neck hurt
And the beats that bother your in my Cadillac
Six woofers and four amps, lo pro on swole
With the carriage lamps tucked velour pistol in my lap
Come in peace but then like booty traps