Luyện nghe bài hát On the Eve of War

This is raw, all across the board, Liquid Sword
If it's from my jaw, then it's pure anger
metal rap, with a 44 banger
We can that, let the mic cord hang ya

I pay homage to the best of them, like Wallace
And bring to the rest of 'em, with biscuits from coppers
I'm the Lord-Justice, and we raw gritty
Picture hell, to New York City

I brought a with me, we can capture the ring
And now we more merciless the Statue of Ming
And y'all are purposeless than a pacifist king
You die, like a brawl with a gat in the Bing

It's a passionate thing, the way we make
Genuine brilliance or madness, yeah
We all spin on the axis
And this chrome thing here your frame backless

The always trying to aim flame at us
So I don't mind a pig brain splatters
I don't mind that we all die soon
I return to the silence of God's

Yeah, Vinnie Paz
Yeah, yeah,

There is no escaping my blade start scraping
My sword make more niggaz bleed
Wannabe of the MC's is
So swift eye couldn't record the speed

is no escaping once my blade start scraping
My sword make more niggaz bleed
of the MC's is shaken
So swift naked eye record the speed

I don't believe what I'm seeing, I don't it
and gentlemen, at this time we have
to gonna rise
(You'll quit)
No one will get it, there's no thing quit

Imagine a rhyme in prime from off the baseline
Skyscraper a vertical support the hang
Evidence that was left at the scene of the
Trace to a few from outta group of nine

Who performed well regardless to the price of the
Off or on stage whatever kickin'
the footwork of Freddy Adu, it's all new
Now the rap commissioners, they clone my shoe

the rose now and its difficult to climb
With the and wind and fallen rocks combined
It's hard to aliened the course is an obstacle
Within each chamber the force it

swordsman blaze sharp, I'll cut out your heart
MC's want no of any type of conflict
Be 'cuz when I respond quick, it thick
The problem goes beyond

Wearin' red trunks silver trim
Fightin' outta Philadelphia,
is how we do it
His is tight and there's nothing to do

I ain't but I gotta have skill spin
What's the deal, baby? GZA,
Got the chance in to redeem myself

Stoups on the track, my man Soop on the boards
Those who oppose us shall stand
Knee deep in the of their children
Is that he who the pleasure of Allah

Like him who has made deserving
The from Allah
And his and hell
And it is an evil