Luyện nghe bài hát Angels & Demons

[feat. prez & Bazaar Royale]

"What do you see you're in the dark and the demons come? "
"I see you. I see you standing over the grave of dead president"

[Hook: Royale]
I see angels me
Demons me
Fighting heaven, heaven, heaven
real

1: stic.man]
America's nightmare; young, black, and just don't a fuck
Run up in the and wet 'em up
Got nothing to but my handcuffs
man must choose to lay down or stand up
It's war time, everything is fair, no
When they say the homie murdered the judge, I don't
Fuck 'em, he it, long as the homie get away
And don't get caught for the crime, I it
We rootin' for the in black
out Absolut, salute, niggas is shootin' back
In self defense we the pistol like
Larry or Brian Nichols
Every pig, public official, the boomerang
Is coming back to get you, you reap you sow
The system you created a monster
And now you scared it's coming back to haunt you

x2]

[Verse 2:
we gonna take the blame, I'm a rep my name to get my aim right
Let's have an overthrow and after party in the same
Same height as Huey, same muscle as Malcolm
With the circumstances in the hood, you know the outcome
And read it in the news about your and your captain
Don't take as a warning, just another nigga rappin'
Fuck the way we organizing, the training and the grapplin'
And them Uncle Toms who call police because we smack them
And fuck you sympathizers with your middle class
Cause we bangin' on the system, G'd up, the factions
And if you didn't know, the G was for Jackson
And long live his warrior packin' the Magnum
over the soldiers, knowin' niggas be blackin'
When we really to be disciplined in our ways and actions
When we get some freedom you niggas can braggin'
then, inside the blood of my eye, you see the dragon

x2]

[Verse 3: Technique]
I'm like the birth of Mohammed, the movement I started
Can spar with the hardest, the martyr as Spartacus-hearted
It doesn't matter whose missiles can the farthest
you're a target in an Afghan Tutoberg Forest
Close combat over corrupted elections
Bilderberg is like cancer, it grows an
is the gold and the conductor's connection
And ignorance is the prison that the people are in
The military ain't there for the protection
They're just there to protect an
That's why get arrested, electrocuted, molested
Connected streets are infested those tired of protestin'
children grow to guerilla garrisons
9/11 pale in comparison
And you will learn a lesson through history
That no matter what you think, is not victory

Immortal Technique]
Somalia,
Nigeria,
Iraq, it back

x2]