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 ones over there running scared
They seem to have a problem and it's a bad one
Ahh man, sunz of man everywhere
Got the children here, teaching them the problems
And it's the 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 or to be severed
A double-header, the black respecta
Catchin from whatever soul, clever, from chives to chedders
For the first setter who loves it
Well I can make it
In a bloodbath you
Black soggin, treaty, the
minted, chedder, promisary and lettered
New order, enough to register or be killed measurers
Take you beyond the heist, so
Doin out little 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, deck pro
The most sensitive intensity the world could 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 bones into
And make ya the sweetest
Punch a hole through ya
By the way howard
I hope you baptized
Fucked up and meet ya maker, with two black
And legs, a broken hip, and an iv attached to ya arm
I calm, for the storm
As I shake my up in ya abdomen
And then I ya friend
And break his back, watch him collapse
And my servants clap, a standing ovation from the nation
Yall want more, I crank the
thing ya knowin, his head start rollin
His swollen, his fuckin tongue is stolen
No more groin or colon, just moaning and groaning
Exciting, of the titings, thunder and lighting
Reveal the sword of the viking, frightening
Put yo fist they'll be no fighting
Just sacrificing, tonight is a good night to take yo
And leave your in the darkness
Where the jackals prowl your grave
Yo hear a from the cave
Then I snatch out your arms and to your moms
Sing along sing sing along

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

4:
My be strong, we live right or wrong
Death come calm, wit a charm
As I speak from the in my temple
My samurai sword made of chop through ya level
Devils in the mist, hate we
form my fist, punch you in your shit
Styles murderous, justice
those who bitch, cut those who snitch
Modern egypt, diamond
Drug got us dead on cement
Robbin for rent, guage in the
Slave ever since, return of the
the great, never go for bait
Sunz of man plan, gold in state
From railhook to libya ya sword to the bombery
My run the economy
is our policy
The dumb acknowledge me
Like love peace and
The thugs on the hustle to eat
Cover you sheets, we bury you in beats
Fasten my seatbelt my flame is soft
We bomb like a stealth and give for health
Not a of me...

5:
Watching enemies stare, hostility in the air
If I have to blaze yo I just care
We roll in pairs, packin machines, supreme
My team gleam, like and gasoline
Soldier fanatic, 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 prison, send yo bones to the pigeons
The with the codse of honor
You want I'll bomb yo and yo mama...

(reverend till end)