Luyện nghe bài hát Illusory Protection

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

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

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

Half of these rap ain't thoughts prevoked
Just alotta 'til they get caught in smoke
But the is never cured, on top of that
Most of them be swingin' wild and drop the bat
Many spectators watch the human drama
This rap cat was all in the street without his

A attempt that had failed
He flew off the roof, on the fence, got
He talked a good one but it was make
Much too low for the human ear to
He confused science fiction with science
He separate the block from the recorded tracks

Need a rhyme or the tactic, work your magic
Detailed and graphic but the outcome is
Something to a complex network
With a panoramic vision designed by
I be the ice for you unskilled skaters
I the heat significantly, just on paper

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

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

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

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

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

Rap niggaz on a trip, gotta steal your
So I creeped, reports 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 like Jesus, when he older men
The math that light all across the borders
If our wisdom was the vast of fresh waters

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

And if you got beehives right before your
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 because we are lyrical assassins
And we aware the tongue is symbolic to the sword
The lyrical assassins, the lyrical assassins, a sword

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