Luyện nghe bài hát Prisoners of War

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

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

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

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

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

I drop, smash and causin' damage
To a hydrogen bomb, raidin' like
A poetical soldier in Vietnam,
Releasin' deadly gasses, deteriorating

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

Hyperactive viper to wipe away the enemy no remedy
'Cause I'm the so don't try to get rid of me
You, little itty-bitty, twenty-five automatic, killin' me
'Cause I'm a glock 9 that rock your mind

Distortin' it, shorten brainwaves
As the intertwine with the sign of the times
sleep 'cause I creep attackin' from the side
That is blind, therefore I be hard to the core
And I as a prisoner of war

Wake up to the mathematics of an rap
Rejuvenator of rhyme, that of come automatic
Poetical medical medicine for the
I divert 'em and 'em, insert 'em then I repel 'em

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

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

Where I stick my out in the atmosphere
Take a good at what's happening here
On the microphone, I'm
Pickin' 'em, 'em up, breakin' 'em, shakin' 'em up and bashin'

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

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

is strength in my mentalbolism, brains to spare
Upon info, knowledge, data, greater
Affects my environment, so in the event
I drop science to ya, uproot ya, hunt ya down

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

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

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

Never will an intruder
'Cause will never ever last
the task is total termination
Poetry and the Pharoahe as the revelation