Luyện nghe bài hát Xplosion

Hello lord, it's me again, I just wanna to love the whole globe
And all her now don't that make ya mind move
Like 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 won't that make us all
Like class clowns praying Private Ryan round
Sound travels at one thousand, one thirty, per second
Niggaz in the street want it hurry
When niggaz start biting that's 3000 starts to worry
A little from the college of wizard Ray Murray
Answer do you know what desire is? "Huh?"
not that's why you get what you got
Now answer this do you know what is? "Yeah"
The body of hot, the of pots
Snot, spit, shit are characteristics of
Ask niece or nephew, you think we left you
What the holds in its sweaty palms
Thank I'm finna Ya move like ya mean it she'll cum
Prom night might excite a down right like
blood cell to the common cold rebel
Night gets of day play is no longer
The gets stronger than Ammonia sticks inhale

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

Look at the way you look at me I see it on face
All your hate but you still hesitate
Cause you inside of my head 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 you work
God only knows all the trouble that
Deep beneath my soul dealing with you
Can I blast those who the finger at me
Who and talk shit so freely
XXL you're a size too small
I hire Eminem so we can kill you all
Whether you to talk shit about the Real
Then kiss my ass in person how much you the Hill
I'm the outcast comin to blaze the
Outlaw due to my life come to pass
Dre, me the glass of wine
So I can it over my homies grave and mine
For all who fallen and answered when God was calling
into my ragtop and get all in
I'm the bomb, in your car why you frozen
Pop the tape in ignite the
The world is mine, the world is yours, the world is
The world is lost, the is tossed

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

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