Luyện nghe bài hát Clash of The Titans

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sick photographers who paint bloody
Wu-Tang is the foundation, we movin'
And you can not stand, then the minds of Asians
Candy cat raps, gets tongue cut off and run through his back

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

I wagin' Guerilla
Supply the yellow
Each one containin' a sovereign homing missile
Fittin' sides ragged

Rican terrorist from the middle east
Refusin' the of the beast
your energy by one bar while I unleash
Thoughts that remain on your like scars for life
Made possible by the mic

I slice, wieldin' a sharp
Sharpened in the temple of
Used to a hole through the minds of the ignorant
It's my assignment, burn up the usin' rays from the sun
Dom PaChino, madman tracks with Shogun

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

U.S. currency got me itchin' my
P.L.O. killer tactics like I support a
Dead back was the feedback, Hill's badass
I deal with this shit 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
Killarmy passed the heat so I'ma the piece
P.L.O. is the street life out in the

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

Goin' through the struggle, trials and
This is my to this revolution, pay close 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