Luyện nghe bài hát If You Fear Dying

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

the tyrant's
rising the dawn of a red sun
if you fear dying you're already dead

i'm in the spirit of Ali Touré
as I more heads than a priest on ash wednesday
paid and you pigs on gold ropes
have the mic or my heater but you can't both
you could snatch one, the blast of the other
i'm soprano high off my pitch arrow
i'm a put a in your diamond pimp cup
so up i'm your cross turned right side up
i'm the press leak, yo, downed 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 opened your
i'm the, i'm the dusk, i'm the calm
i'm a hole in the pipeline i'm a road side

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