Luyện nghe bài hát Prisoners of War

I stand here before the forces of evil a style
The poetically child
Bringin' the story of a lyrical soldier
to manifest in the eyes of the beholder

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

dawn to dusk for liberation
Driven, I will never give in to
The rank given to me, the
'Cause every bro flows a crossbow

Equipped to pierce your with a poison-tip arrow
Any man wearing a can be misled
But are the ones with the eyes in the backs of the head
the key to unlock the door

Imagine a poet without form
Rhymes are for as an attack
they adapt to combat
For the of war

I drop, smash and damage equivalent
To a hydrogen bomb, villages like
A poetical in Vietnam, poetry
deadly gasses, bodies deteriorating

As they past the fatal acid
As a rebel of rap, I stop, the Luger
As I with the caution as I verbally counter attack
Striking a mad sniper 'cause I'm the type of

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

Distortin' it, shorten your
As the rhyme intertwine with the of the times
Don't sleep 'cause I creep from the side
That is blind, I gotta be hard to the core
And I as a prisoner of war

Wake up to the mathematics of an rap
Rejuvenator of rhyme, sort of come automatic
medical medicine for the cerebellum
I divert 'em and flirt 'em, 'em then I repel 'em

A breakdown, shakedown
Fifty-two, a stick-up so get on the floor facedown
The ammo to the people steppin'
Breakin' the vault because I'm like 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 what's happening
On the microphone, I'm
Pickin' 'em, stickin' 'em up, 'em, shakin' 'em up and bashin'

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

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

There is strength in my mentalbolism, to spare
Upon info, knowledge, data, greater
my future environment, so in the event
I science to suit ya, uproot ya, hunt ya down

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

Mentally cease MC's, be surrounded I capture
And enemy lines are crushed,
And plus your officials are corrupted
'Cause down with us, poetical rebels on a rampage

Of wrecked dialects, blown projects
is scopin' you through my infrared twenty-twenty
Scope lens steppin' upon base when the
Organized massacre begins with a blast

Never will an approach
'Cause they will ever last
'Cause the task is total
and the Pharoahe starts as the revelation