Luyện nghe bài hát Clash of The Titans

'em to war, son
(Yeah)
Yo, wassup
commandments, knahmean?
Yo son, the seven commandments

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

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

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

Yo, my battleground's where I
Fightin' wars from till dawn
In the of hell
There's more blood spilled than Hamburger

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

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

I'm in deep like the great Indian monk Dowmo
Lyrical thrown like a torpedo from black masks like Zorro
I froze all the and literature of killers
and Hitlers

Sick who paint bloody pictures
Wu-Tang is the foundation, we populations
And you can not stand, control the minds of Asians
cat raps, gets your tongue cut off and run through his back

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

I wagin' Warfare
Supply the jackets
Each one containin' a mini homing missile
your sides ragged

Puerto Rican terrorist from the east
the mark of the beast
Increase your energy by one bar I unleash
Thoughts that remain on your like scars for life
possible by the mic device

I slice, wieldin' a instrument
in the temple of pyramids
Used to a hole through the minds of the ignorant
It's my assignment, burn up the climate rays from the sun
Dom PaChino, assassinatin' tracks with Shogun

Yo, it on
I deal with this my first born
My brain form blow MCs like Desert Storm
21st century crime for you born

U.S. currency got me itchin' my
P.L.O. killer like I support a fact
Dead back was the feedback, Hill's badass
I deal with shit like it's my last
So to speak, what you say son, go a blast!

I'm livin' for the city, I burn as the turn
First poetry
your headpiece, when I release, I clear the streets
Killarmy the heat so I'ma dead the piece
P.L.O. is the street out in the streets

Mentally I be ready, the machette
My thoughts fast like Mario Andretti
Racin' through this hellhole or ghetto through the
It's all about so I can risk the robbery

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