Luyện nghe bài hát Flaming Swords

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

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

1:
Guess this is the end, whatever how never, clever
But not to be real or to be severed
A double-header, the mecca respecta
Catchin from whatever soul, clever, from chives to chedders
For the first setter who loves it
Well I can it better
In a you letta
Black soggin, treaty, the
Government minted, chedder, promisary and
New order, enough to register kill or be killed
you beyond the heist, forever so
Doin out italy to mexico
Now who be the to go
Will it be sam, will it be fran, or will it be
Or back to disco
though one and my own one, soo
Never pet yo, full pro
The most sensitive intensity the could ever expect, yo
two steels
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 death the
a hole through ya cleavage
By the way jesus
I hope you been
Fucked up and meet ya maker, with two eyes
And broken legs, a hip, and an iv attached to ya arm
I remain calm, for the
As I shake my javelin up in ya
And then I ya friend
And break his fuckin back, him collapse
And my servants clap, a ovation from the whole nation
Yall want more, I crank the
Next thing ya knowin, his head rollin
His body swollen, his fuckin is stolen
No more groin or colon, he's just moaning and
Exciting, clash of the titings, thunder and
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 leave your carcass in the
Where the jackals prowl upon grave
Yo hear a from the cave
I snatch out your arms and give to your moms
Sing sing along sing along

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

4:
My team be strong, we right or wrong
come calm, sweet wit a charm
As I from the throne in my temple
My samurai sword made of chop through ya level
Devils in the mist, hate we
Clique my fist, punch you in your shit
Styles murderous, justice
Judge those who bitch, cut those who
egypt, diamond presidents
Drug measurements got us on cement
Robbin for rent, guage in the
Slave ever since, return of the
Constantine the great, never go for
Sunz of man plan, gold in every
From to libya deliver ya sword to the bombery
My run the economy
is our policy
The deaf dumb me
Like love peace and
The on the street hustle to eat
you with sheets, we bury you in beats
Fasten my seatbelt my 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 just care
We roll in pairs, packin machines, movin
My team gleam, matches and gasoline
fanatic, seven slugs punctured the attic
He a tread, it was passed the asking
In a bad position, ya should of 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 talks end)