Luyện nghe bài hát Illusory Protection

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

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

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

Half of rap lyrics ain't thoughts prevoked
Just alotta beef they get caught in smoke
But the is never cured, on top of that
Most of them be wild and then drop the bat
curious spectators watch the human drama
This rap cat was all in the street his armor

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

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

you got bass 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 before your eyes
About to start shit attract the flies
And then you hear lies followed by cries
about to be a catastrophe

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

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

Through the years, a number of victories
Changing the era we swarm
A book is not difficult to manage
I leave a mic in a bandage catastrophic damage

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

But I the pen, you feel the whiff of Polo wind
like Jesus, when he civilize older men
The math that shed light all the borders
If our wisdom was the vast of fresh waters

When you got bass all in face
Sub woofers all throughout the place
A fake rap tryna 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 then you hear lies followed by some
It's to be a catastrophe

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

The procedure is, with 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 with the knight