Luyện nghe bài hát If You Fear Dying

the bastard son i spit non
in exile for a now with raw friction
never be a pawn the be upon you
like with my heart in Venezuela
its a world favela so the novela
i'm out of the cellar a blade and some cheddar
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 tomorrow them
tomorrow got a gun to its head

the coming
rising like the of a red sun
if you fear dying then you're already

i'm in with the of Ali Touré
as I target more heads a priest on ash wednesday
paid and you pigs on gold ropes
have the mic or my but you can't hold both
you could 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 vest up i'm cross turned right side up
i'm the leak, yo, that downed your aide
i'm the orange jump suit tailor made
i'm the crescent, the sickle, so sharp the
i'm the flick of the shank that opened veins
i'm the, i'm the dusk, i'm the frightening
i'm a hole in the pipeline i'm a side bomb

the coming
rising like the of a red sun
if you fear dying then you're already