Luyện nghe bài hát Prisoners of War

I stand here before the forces of evil with a
The God-gifted child
Bringin' forth the story of a soldier
Blessed to in the eyes of the beholder

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

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

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

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

I drop, smash and damage equivalent
To a bomb, raidin' villages like
A soldier in Vietnam, poetry
Releasin' deadly gasses, bodies

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

Hyperactive viper to wipe away the enemy with no
I'm the epitome so don't try to get rid of me
You, little itty-bitty, automatic, you're killin' me
I'm a glock 9 that will rock your mind

Distortin' it, shorten brainwaves
As the rhyme with the sign of the times
Don't sleep 'cause I creep attackin' from the
That is blind, therefore I gotta be to the core
And I walk as a of war

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Verbally from the ground up to intellectually shoot ya
through the shadows 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 I capture
And lines are crushed, bumrushed
And plus your officials are corrupted
'Cause down with us, poetical rebels on a rampage

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

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