Luyện nghe bài hát If You Fear Dying

the son i spit non fiction
in exile for a now with raw friction
be a pawn the boomerang be upon you
like with 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 order you to bow down
to the now of slavery this era be
terrible filled terrified
why would we ever let a few christian fictions
shape our tomorrow them
cause tomorrow got a gun to its

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 than a priest on ash wednesday
paid and hanging you on gold ropes
have the mic or my but you can't hold both
you snatch one, catch the blast of the other
i'm Chicano soprano high off my pitch
i'm a put a crack in diamond pimp cup
so vest up i'm your cross right side up
i'm the leak, yo, that downed your aide
i'm the orange suit that's tailor made
i'm the crescent, the sickle, so sharp the
i'm the flick of the shank that opened your
i'm the, i'm the dusk, i'm the frightening
i'm a hole in the pipeline i'm a road side

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