Luyện nghe bài hát Battle Song

Oh yeah! (Oh yeah)
we go! (Here we go)
A little rough! (A rough)
No sweat! (No sweat)
I can do it! (I can do it)
You can do it! (You can do it)
Ooorah! (Ooorah)
right...

Tell 'em bring guns out
Send my city up in
And yea though I walk through the valley of the
But my still remains
Whether or alive, this is do or die
When Christ is the
So raise your up high
Tonight we fight for our

I was Taylored to snatch the mic like Kanye did
And lay it down for the king like a bed
And can kill us now, go get the yellow tape
Hey put me 6 feet in the and watch a great escape
I promise, ain't a 6 shooter that can keep me
My God's so official, a technical foul
Was engineered in my mother's womb for glory
Plenty faith in the is inventory
I been spit in the face, still grace
Kicked out a place, just for sharing my faith
My belt tight, shoes laced, plus a plate
My war helmet on now I got my head
The battle's on but the war is over when reigns
And fo' His name I withstand the pressure and take the
And if they drop us, this promise, we'll take it to the
That we may die, but to die is our gain!

'em bring their guns out
Send my up in flames
And yea though I walk through the of the dead
But my hope still
dead or alive, this is do or die
When is the gain
So raise torches up high
Tonight we fight for our

to be a riot, guns and fire, Somebody's dyin'
But it won't be us, in His blood, spillin' our guts
But even if it was, let our blow in the wind, we win when it's done
Christ puttin' out with the nuns
So I am no prisoners, not-a-one
None, and no I'm not The One
I just run solar in the of The Son
My a m-m-monsta
Treads on Black mambas defeats and

Tell 'em their guns out
Send my up in flames
And yea though I walk through the valley of the
But my hope still
Whether dead or alive, is do or die
When Christ is the
So raise torches up high
Tonight we for our King

Yeah, ready to die, notorious for our man
We die daily and wake up and do it all
Either we certain or we insane
Bullets riddlin' our frame, we don't deny the Name
Maybe we lost it, we loco
Heaven is my home homie I ain't local
I'm so
of a chorus say we tied to the Lord like Chords
Of
Hey a course, if I get to goin' in
I'm going off like "kill me" I'm goin' in
God, by all means
Give me the faith to and die for the gospel

'em bring their guns out
Send my up in flames
And yea though I walk the valley of the death
But my hope remains
Whether or alive, this is do or die
When is the gain
So raise your up high
we fight for our King
Our king, our king, tonight we fight for our
Our king, our king, tonight we for our King