Luyện nghe bài hát Illusory Protection

When I request my flashing
And my hand take on judgment
I will take vengeance upon my
And I will those that hazed me

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

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

Half of these rap lyrics thoughts prevoked
Just beef 'til they get caught in smoke
But the is never cured, on top of that
Most of them be swingin' and then drop the bat
Many curious spectators the human drama
This rap cat was all in the street without his

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

Need a rhyme or the tactic, work your magic
Detailed and but the outcome is tragic
built to a complex network
With a vision designed by experts
I be the ice breaker for you unskilled
I increase the heat significantly, on paper

When you got bass all in face
Sub pumpin' all throughout the place
A fake rap nigga tryna plead his
about to be a catastrophe

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

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

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

Through the years, a countless of victories
the era we swarm unpredictably
A rhyme book is not to manage
I leave a mic in a bandage from catastrophic

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

But I hold the pen, you feel the whiff of wind
Something Jesus, when he civilize older men
The math that shed light all across the
If our wisdom was the vast expands of waters

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

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

We call it a sword 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, check the knight
Move the knight away to deliver a check from the queen
Then sacrifice the queen to force the rook to the king
Then mate the knight