Luyện nghe bài hát Illusory Protection

When I my flashing sword
And my hand hold on judgment
I take vengeance upon my enemies
And I will repay those hazed me

When you got bass all in your
Sub woofers all throughout the place
A fake rap nigga plead his case
It's to be a catastrophe

And if you got beehives right your eyes
About to shit that'll attract the flies
And you hear lies followed by some cries
about to be a catastrophe

Half of these rap lyrics ain't prevoked
Just alotta beef they get caught in smoke
But the problem is cured, on top of that
Most of be swingin' wild and then drop the bat
Many curious watch the human drama
This rap cat was all in the street his armor

A attempt that had failed
He flew off the roof, on the fence, got
He talked a one but it was make believe
too low for the human ear to perceive
He confused science with science facts
He couldn't separate the from the recorded tracks

Need a or the tactic, gotta work your magic
Detailed and graphic but the is tragic
Something to a complex network
a panoramic vision designed by experts
I be the ice breaker for you unskilled
I increase the significantly, just on paper

When you got all in your face
Sub woofers pumpin' all the place
A fake rap nigga plead his case
It's about to be a

And if you got beehives right before eyes
About to shit that'll attract the flies
And you hear lies followed by some cries
It's about to be a

No matter what, I'm an iller dart
I can lay a that'll soften a killer's heart
As fire as a alarm blaze that's too hot to be holding
You feel the heat once the pumps lace your clothing

What some talk had little or no bearing
Could the next be some shit that's far from comparing
Materialistic M.C.'s off boring
Meanwhile, I be sketching up, drawings

Through the years, a countless of victories
Changing the era we swarm
A rhyme book is not difficult to
I leave a mic in a from catastrophic damage

Rap on a trip, gotta steal your sandwich
So I creeped, division reports was on canvas
I it through the worst extremes of cold weather
Scuffed up but remained durable as old

But I hold the pen, you the whiff of Polo wind
Something like Jesus, he civilize older men
The math that shed all across the borders
If our wisdom was the expands of fresh waters

When you got all in your face
Sub woofers pumpin' all throughout the
A fake rap tryna plead his case
about to be a catastrophe

And if you got beehives right your eyes
About to start shit attract the flies
And then you hear lies followed by some
about to be a catastrophe

We call it a style because we are lyrical assassins
And we aware that the tongue is to the sword
The lyrical assassins, the assassins, a sword style

The procedure is, with the knight
Move the away to deliver a discovered check from the queen
Then sacrifice the queen to force the rook to the king
Then with the knight