Luyện nghe bài hát Clash of The Titans

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

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

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

Yo, my where I lounge
Fightin' from dusk 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 for cold steel
The art drill when I open fire
Better aim to

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

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

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

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

I wagin' Guerilla
the yellow jackets
Each one a mini sovereign homing missile
your sides ragged

Puerto Rican from the middle east
the mark of the beast
Increase your by one bar while I unleash
that remain on your brain like scars for life
Made possible by the mic

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

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

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

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

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

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