Luyện nghe bài hát Clash of The Titans

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

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

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

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

The earth is the battlefield
Enemy troops can't come face to with death
Black mission caught for steel
The last art drill I open fire
Better aim to

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

I'm in meditation like the great Indian monk Dowmo
Lyrical desperados thrown like a from black masks like Zorro
I froze all the and literature of killers
Riddlers and

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

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

I wagin' Warfare
the yellow jackets
Each one containin' a mini sovereign missile
Fittin' your sides

Puerto Rican terrorist the middle east
Refusin' the mark of the
Increase your energy by one bar while I
that remain on your brain like scars for life
Made by the mic device

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

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

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

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

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

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