Luyện nghe bài hát Clash of The Titans

'em to war, son
(Yeah)
Yo, dog?
Seven commandments,
Yo son, with the seven

Yo, I'm the army shit, the raw shit
The military war hits with gun
Yo, I'm about the army shit, the raw
The military war with gun clips

Yo, I'm about the shit, the raw shit
The war hits with gun clips
Yo, I'm about the shit, the raw shit
The military war hits with gun

Yo, I'm the army shit, the raw shit
The military war with gun clips
Yo, I'm about the shit, the raw shit
The war hits with gun clips

Yo, my battleground's I lounge
wars from dusk till dawn
In the trenches of
There's blood spilled than Hamburger Hill

The planet is the battlefield
troops can't come face to face with death
Black caught for cold steel
The last art drill when I open
aim to kill

As the that I reveal like revelations
Jews like parables
That can't be seen the eye like constellations
You're lost in the nation no mental vision
Unseen strikes your vital precision
I'm camouflaged in the with ammunition

I'm in deep meditation like the great monk Dowmo
Lyrical desperados thrown like a torpedo from black masks like
I all the scriptures and literature of killers
and Hitlers

Sick photographers who paint bloody
is the foundation, we movin' populations
And you can not stand, control the minds of Asians
Candy cat raps, gets your tongue cut off and run through his

Sabotage, got stabbed
As I watched drip from their fabrics
ran up in the church and stuck the reverend
Stabbed him with a cross, say he was stuck by the seven
The commandments, metric equivalents
many niggas died for pleasures

I wagin' Guerilla
the yellow jackets
Each one containin' a sovereign homing missile
Fittin' your ragged

Puerto terrorist from the middle east
Refusin' the mark of the
Increase your energy by one bar I unleash
Thoughts that remain on brain like scars for life
Made possible by the mic

I slice, a sharp instrument
Sharpened in the of pyramids
Used to drill a hole through the minds of the
It's my assignment, burn up the climate rays from the sun
Dom PaChino, madman assassinatin' tracks with

Yo, it on
I deal with this like my first
My brain blow MCs away like Desert Storm
century crime for you being born

U.S. got me itchin' my palms
P.L.O. tactics like I support a fact
Dead was the feedback, Park Hill's badass
I deal with this shit like my last
So to speak, you say son, go have a blast!

I'm livin' for the city, I burn as the world
First poetry
Hold your headpiece, when I release, I the streets
Killarmy passed the heat so dead the piece
P.L.O. is the life out in the streets

Mentally I be ready, pass the
My travel fast like Mario Andretti
Racin' through this hellhole or through the poverty
all about survival so I can risk the robbery

Goin' through the struggle, and execution
This is my to this revolution, pay close attention
Lyrical precision, my mind be my war guide, observe, learn and
Knowledge your wisdom unleashed for the children
'96 be the stat or be killed in