Luyện nghe bài hát Xplosion

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

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

Look at the way you look at me I see it on face
All hate emanates but you still hesitate
Cause you want inside of my but don't know how
To brainwash me to be a commercial
Fuck I see the way you were,
see the way you smirk I'm catching you where you
God only knows all the trouble that
Deep beneath my soul dealing you assholes
Can I blast who point the finger at me
Who criticize and shit so freely
Fuck XXL you're a size too
I should Eminem so we can kill 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 comin to blaze the
Outlaw due to my that's come to pass
Dre, pass me the of wine
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 tape in ignite the
The world is mine, the world is yours, the world is
The is lost, the world is tossed

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

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