Luyện nghe bài hát If You Fear Dying

the bastard son i non fiction
in for a while now with raw friction
be a pawn the boomerang be upon you
like Fela with my in Venezuela
its a world so fuck the novela
i'm out of the cellar with a blade and some
for this whole new world you to bow down
to the now of slavery this era be
terror filled terrified
why would we ever let a few white fictions
shape our following them
cause got a gun to its head

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

i'm in with the spirit of Ali
as I target more heads than a on ash wednesday
paid and hanging you pigs on gold
have the mic or my heater but you can't both
you could snatch one, catch the blast of the
i'm Chicano soprano high off my pitch
i'm a put a crack in your pimp cup
so vest up i'm your cross right side up
i'm the press leak, yo, that downed aide
i'm the orange jump suit that's tailor
i'm the crescent, the sickle, so sharp the
i'm the flick of the shank opened your veins
i'm the, i'm the dusk, i'm the calm
i'm a hole in the pipeline i'm a side bomb

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