Luyện nghe bài hát Flaming Swords

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

rivals
We got the kingston young ones over running scared
ain't seem to have a problem and it's a bad one
Ahh man, of man teaching everywhere
Got the children over here, them the problems
And the real one
Ahh man now we got the ? ? ? ? over
The sunz of man solving problems, yo the right one

1:
Guess this is the end, how never, depart clever
But not deadered to be real or to be
A double-header, the black mecca
Catchin wreck from whatever soul, clever, chives to chedders
For the first setter who loves it
I can make it better
In a you letta
soggin, treaty, the ledger
Government minted, chedder, promisary and
New order, enough to kill or be killed measurers
Take you beyond the heist, so
out little italy to mexico
Now who be the to go
Will it be sam, it be fran, or will it be cisco
Or back to disco
However one and my own one, soo
pet yo, full deck pro
The most sensitive the world could ever expect, yo
two steels
To keep it real I we used to pick cotton out of fields
Got it got it down, yo

2:
As I break yo fuckin bones into
And ya death the sweetest
a hole through ya cleavage
By the way jesus
I hope you baptized
Fucked up and meet ya maker, with two black
And broken legs, a hip, and an iv attached to ya arm
I calm, for the storm
As I my javelin up in ya abdomen
And then I grab ya
And break his back, watch him collapse
And my servants clap, a ovation from the whole nation
Yall want more, I crank the
thing ya knowin, his head start rollin
His body swollen, his fuckin tongue is
No more or colon, he's just moaning and groaning
Exciting, clash of the titings, and lighting
Reveal the of the viking, it's frightening
Put down yo fist be no fighting
Just sacrificing, tonight is a night to take yo life
And leave your carcass in the
the jackals prowl upon your grave
Yo hear a howl from the
I snatch out your arms and give to your moms
Sing along along sing along

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

4:
My team be strong, we live or wrong
Death calm, sweet wit a charm
As I speak from the throne in my
My samurai sword of metal chop through ya level
in the mist, hate we exist
Clique my fist, punch you in your shit
Styles murderous, sordid
Judge those who bitch, cut who snitch
Modern egypt, presidents
Drug measurements got us on cement
Robbin for rent, in the trench
ever since, return of the prince
Constantine the great, go for bait
of man plan, gold in every state
From to libya deliver ya sword to the bombery
My run the economy
Rule is our
The deaf dumb me
Like love and honesty
The thugs on the street to eat
you with sheets, we bury you in beats
Fasten my seatbelt my flame is melt
We bomb like a and give food for health
Not a of me...

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

(reverend till end)