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 there scared
ain't seem to have a problem and it's a bad one
Ahh man, of man teaching everywhere
Got the over here, teaching them the problems
And the real one
Ahh man now we got the ? ? ? ? there
The of man solving problems, yo this the right one

1:
Guess is the end, whatever how never, depart clever
But not to be real or to be severed
A double-header, the black respecta
Catchin wreck whatever soul, clever, from chives to chedders
For the first setter who loves it
I can make it better
In a bloodbath you
Black soggin, treaty, the
minted, chedder, promisary and lettered
New order, enough to kill or be killed measurers
Take you the heist, forever 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 back to disco
However one and my own one, soo
Never pet yo, deck pro
The most sensitive the world could ever expect, yo
Between two
To keep it real I remember we used to pick cotton out of
Got it got it down, yo

2:
As I break yo fuckin into pieces
And make ya the sweetest
Punch a hole ya cleavage
By the way jesus
I you been baptized
up and meet 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 up in ya abdomen
And then I grab ya
And break his back, watch him collapse
And my servants clap, a standing from the whole nation
Yall want more, I crank the
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 down yo fist be no fighting
sacrificing, tonight is a good night to take yo life
And leave carcass in the darkness
Where the jackals prowl upon your
Yo hear a from the cave
Then I snatch out your arms and to your moms
Sing sing along sing along

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

4:
My team be strong, we right or wrong
Death calm, sweet wit a charm
As I speak the throne in my temple
My samurai sword made of metal through ya level
in the mist, hate we exist
Clique my fist, punch you in your shit
Styles murderous, justice
Judge those who bitch, cut those who
Modern egypt, presidents
Drug got us dead on cement
Robbin for rent, in the trench
ever since, return of the prince
Constantine the great, never go for
Sunz of man plan, gold in state
From railhook to libya ya sword to the bombery
My run the economy
is our policy
The deaf acknowledge me
love peace and honesty
The thugs on the street to eat
Cover you sheets, we bury you in beats
Fasten my my flame is soft melt
We bomb like a stealth and food for health
Not a of me...

5:
Watching enemies stare, floats in the air
If I have to blaze yo I wont care
We roll in pairs, packin machines, supreme
My team gleam, like matches and
fanatic, seven slugs punctured the attic
He a tread, it was passed the asking
In a bad position, ya should of stuck to yo religion
Im worse than prison, send yo bones to the
The with the codse of honor
You want drama? bomb yo and yo mama...

(reverend till end)