Luyện nghe bài hát Timebomb

Hey Chuck, we got some non-believers out

Yo, we gotta do about that man
Yo, we gotta get
Yo, we gotta let 'em what time it is

You go ooh and ahh when I in my car
People treat me like Abdul Jabbar
No who you are when I'm up to par
I go hip hop, hurray or hurrah

But the ahhs and is my kind of news
Pop your tape in, put your car in
I heard the boos, I never drank booze
'Cause I just the rhythm left alone the blues

The L.I. mystique, you to peek
A look and then you that we're never weak
I you can't wait, it's never too late
No fear I'm here and is straight

Cycles, cycles, life in cycles
New is old, no, I'm not no
The monkey on the back makes the best
The in the crowd makes the best rock well

The people in the back lets you know whack
And those who lack the are stacked
The one who the money is white not black
You might not believe it but it is that

you come to my show watch me throw
Down with the other toe to toe
you make a move, new not used
And watch the bro just bust a groove

A fat lady soprano, loads my
Hear my jam with a funky
on the wall but hard on the panel
A fool smokes Kools 'cause he on Camels

In the crew's in check
Run by the posse with the gold around the
Homeboys in lookin' for sweet
in the crowd so they can meet

Somebody to body makin' a
Givin' it to an' makin' her crazy
I'm a MC protector, U.S.
African government wrecker

Panther power, you can it in my arm
Lookout y'all I'm a
Tickin', tockin', all rockin'
Makin' much dollars while the crazy clockin'

The to shake the house downy down
Bounce to the ounce is the crown
The man, the enemy, King, no thing
All fall to the of my swing

Like Ali Frazier, in Manila
A pinpoint blank microphone killer am I
No need to lie, got the Flavor
To prove I'll win and if not the

I'll pick up, rack up, put your shack up
Just choose to lose the bet, stick up
This is the wiz but the mike's not his, mine
One time let the shine

And I'm tellin' you, at you you're through
Don't you're grown 'cause your mustache grew
I'm number one you know it a ton
And be the burger you can be the bun, girl

my steady poundin', get on down to my funky sound
And rock the rhythm one time your mind
Rhythm roll, two times
The mauler and the of your doom
And when I'm ready to leave, gonna know I go boom

Three times y'all rhyme and rock
Then you'll that the D is on the
Four y'all and never ever the whack
It's the hour to the minute, time to black