Luyện nghe bài hát If You Fear Dying

the son i spit non fiction
in exile for a while now with raw
never be a pawn the boomerang be you
like with my heart in Venezuela
its a favela so fuck the novela
i'm out of the with a blade and some cheddar
for this whole new world you to bow down
to the now sound of slavery era be
terrible terror terrified
why would we ever let a few christian fictions
shape our following them
cause got a gun to its head

the tyrant's
like the dawn of a red sun
if you fear dying then already dead

i'm in with the of Ali Touré
as I more heads than a priest on ash wednesday
paid and hanging you pigs on gold
have the mic or my heater but you can't hold
you could one, catch the blast of the other
i'm soprano high off my pitch arrow
i'm a put a in your diamond pimp cup
so vest up i'm your cross turned right up
i'm the press leak, yo, that your aide
i'm the orange suit that's tailor made
i'm the crescent, the sickle, so the blade
i'm the flick of the shank that your veins
i'm the, i'm the dusk, i'm the frightening
i'm a in the pipeline i'm a road side bomb

the tyrant's
like the dawn of a red sun
if you fear then you're already dead