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

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

The planet is the battlefield
Enemy troops can't face to face with death
mission caught for cold steel
The art drill when I open fire
Better aim to

As the destruction that I reveal like
Jews like 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 large with

I'm in deep 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 who paint bloody pictures
is the foundation, we movin' populations
And you can not stand, then the minds of Asians
Candy cat raps, gets your tongue cut off and run his back

Sabotage, got stabbed
As I watched blood 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 seven commandments, equivalents
Meaning many died for pleasures

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

Puerto Rican terrorist from the east
Refusin' the mark of the
Increase energy by one bar while I unleash
Thoughts that 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 the minds of the ignorant
It's my assignment, burn up the usin' rays from the sun
Dom PaChino, madman assassinatin' tracks with

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

U.S. got me itchin' my palms
P.L.O. killer tactics like I 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 livin' for the city, I burn as the turn
First degree
Hold headpiece, when I release, I clear the streets
Killarmy passed the heat so I'ma the piece
P.L.O. is the life out in the streets

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

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