Luyện nghe bài hát Flaming Swords

My sons, absolutes, and
I like the idea of being a soldier, in the army of the
(continues preaching)

rivals
We got the kingston young ones over there scared
They seem to have a problem and it's a bad one
Ahh man, sunz of man everywhere
Got the children over here, them the problems
And it's the one
Ahh man now we got the ? ? ? ? there
The sunz of man solving problems, yo this the one

1:
Guess is the end, whatever how never, depart clever
But not deadered to be or to be severed
A double-header, the black respecta
Catchin wreck from whatever soul, clever, from to chedders
For the first setter who it wetter
I can make it better
In a bloodbath you
Black soggin, treaty, the
minted, chedder, promisary and lettered
New order, enough to register kill or be killed
Take you beyond the heist, so
Doin out little italy to
Now who be the to go
Will it be sam, will it be fran, or will it be
Or strictly back to
However one and my own one, soo
pet yo, full deck pro
The most intensity the world could ever expect, yo
Between two
To it real I remember we used to pick cotton out of fields
Got it got it down, yo

2:
As I break yo bones into pieces
And make ya the sweetest
a hole through ya cleavage
By the way jesus
I hope you been
Fucked up and ya maker, with two black eyes
And broken legs, a broken hip, and an iv to ya arm
I calm, for the storm
As I shake my javelin up in ya
And then I grab ya
And his fuckin back, watch him collapse
And my servants clap, a standing ovation from the whole
Yall more, I crank the chainsaw
Next ya knowin, his head start rollin
His body swollen, his tongue is stolen
No groin or colon, he's just moaning and groaning
Exciting, clash of the titings, and lighting
Reveal the sword of the viking, frightening
Put yo fist they'll be no fighting
Just sacrificing, tonight is a good to take yo life
And your carcass in the darkness
Where the jackals prowl upon grave
Yo hear a howl the cave
Then I snatch out your arms and give to moms
along sing along sing along

3:
Storm in my harbor, til it get dark
Silver darts melt in your
Then we begin to march, until we rip whole fuckin world apart

4:
My team be strong, we live or wrong
come calm, sweet wit a charm
As I speak from the in my temple
My samurai sword made of metal chop through ya
Devils in the mist, hate we
Clique my fist, punch you in your shit
murderous, sordid justice
Judge those who bitch, cut who snitch
Modern egypt, presidents
Drug measurements got us on cement
for rent, guage in the trench
Slave ever since, of the prince
the great, never go for bait
Sunz of man plan, in every state
From railhook to deliver ya sword to the bombery
My armory run the
Rule is our
The deaf dumb me
Like love peace and
The on the street hustle to eat
Cover you sheets, we bury you in beats
my seatbelt my flame is soft melt
We bomb a stealth and give food for health
Not a of me...

5:
Watching enemies stare, floats in the air
If I have to blaze yo I just wont
We roll in pairs, machines, movin supreme
My team gleam, like matches and
fanatic, seven slugs punctured the attic
He died a tread, it was the asking
In a bad position, ya should of to yo fuckin religion
Im than prison, send yo bones to the pigeons
The demolitioner with the codse of
You want I'll bomb yo and yo mama...

(reverend till end)