Luyện nghe bài hát Prisoners of War

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

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

From to dusk for liberation
Driven, I will give in to interrogation
The given to me, the Pharoahe
'Cause every bro flows a crossbow

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

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

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

As they stalk past the fatal
As a rebel of rap, I stop, the Luger
As I maneuver with the as I verbally counter attack
Striking like a mad sniper 'cause I'm the 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, automatic, you're killin' me
'Cause I'm a glock 9 will rock your mind

Distortin' it, shorten your
As the rhyme intertwine with the of the times
sleep 'cause I creep attackin' from the side
That is blind, therefore I gotta be hard to the
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 because I'm like a verbal assault weapon

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

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

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

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

There is in my mentalbolism, brains to spare
Upon info, knowledge, data, aspects
Affects my future environment, so in the
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 lyrical ammo
While I camoflouge in the of my stature

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

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

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