Luyện nghe bài hát Prisoners of War

I here before the forces of evil with a style
The God-gifted child
forth the story of a lyrical soldier
Blessed to manifest in the eyes of the

Words of wisdom abuse the lines
They as I release a phrase like a Uzi 9
From the larynx, shot in repetition, words never heard
But still the rendition of rap will me to attack

From dawn to dusk for
Driven, I will never give in to
The given to me, the Pharoahe
'Cause every bro like a crossbow

Equipped to pierce your with a poison-tip arrow
Any man a blindfold can be misled
But wise are the ones with the in the backs of the head
Here's the key to unlock the

Imagine a poet poetical form
are for sure as an attack
'Cause they to combat
For the of war

I drop, smash and causin' equivalent
To a bomb, raidin' villages like
A poetical in Vietnam, poetry
Releasin' gasses, bodies deteriorating

As stalk past the fatal acid
As a rebel of rap, I stop, load the
As I maneuver with the as I verbally counter attack
Striking like a mad sniper I'm the type of

Hyperactive viper to wipe away the with no remedy
'Cause I'm the epitome so try to get rid of me
You, little itty-bitty, twenty-five automatic, you're me
'Cause I'm a glock 9 that will rock your

Distortin' it, your brainwaves
As the rhyme intertwine the sign of the times
Don't 'cause I creep attackin' from the side
is blind, therefore I gotta be hard to the core
And I walk as a of war

up to the mathematics of an erratic rap
Rejuvenator of rhyme, that sort of automatic
Poetical medical medicine for the
I divert 'em and flirt 'em, insert 'em I repel 'em

A breakdown, poetical
Fifty-two, a stick-up so get on the floor facedown
The ammo to keep the steppin'
Breakin' open the vault because I'm a verbal assault weapon

I'm mathematical,
the wack, take rap to the maximum
You're strung out, you're hung out when you the style
I brung out of faint, air must come out my mouth

Where I my tongue out in the atmosphere
Take a good look at happening here
On the microphone, I'm
Pickin' 'em, stickin' 'em up, 'em, shakin' 'em up and bashin'

The lyric dictator, the aviator of
All to prepare for the guillotine
Rhymes go express, expert,
Be up to par with and intellect

Detaching one's head directly from neck
Still I've been illing and drilling brain
a villain I came in the darkness to spark the literature for sure
When I for the prisoners of war

There is in my mentalbolism, brains to spare
info, knowledge, data, greater aspects
Affects my environment, so in the event
I drop to suit ya, uproot ya, hunt ya down

Verbally attackin' from the ground up to shoot ya
Lurkin' through the shadows of darkness, fired
The spark the trees releasin' lyrical ammo
While I camoflouge in the of my stature

Mentally cease MC's, that be surrounded I
And lines are crushed, bumrushed
And plus your officials are corrupted
'Cause they're down with us, poetical rebels on a

Of wrecked dialects, blown projects
Heat is scopin' you through my twenty-twenty
Scope lens steppin' base that's when the
Organized Konfusion begins with a blast

Never an intruder approach
'Cause they never ever last
'Cause the is total termination
and the Pharoahe starts as the revelation