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 favela so fuck the novela
i'm out of the cellar with a blade and cheddar
for whole new world order you to bow down
to the now sound of this era be
terror filled terrified
why would we let a few white christian fictions
shape our tomorrow following
cause tomorrow got a gun to its

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

i'm in with the of Ali Touré
as I target more heads than a on ash wednesday
paid and hanging you pigs on ropes
have the mic or my heater but you hold both
you snatch one, catch the blast of the other
i'm Chicano high off my pitch arrow
i'm a put a crack in your diamond cup
so up i'm your cross turned right side up
i'm the leak, yo, that downed your 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 that your veins
i'm the, i'm the dusk, i'm the calm
i'm a hole in the pipeline i'm a road bomb

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