Luyện nghe bài hát Prisoners of War

I stand here the forces of evil with a style
The God-gifted child
Bringin' the story of a lyrical soldier
Blessed to manifest in the of the beholder

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

dawn to dusk for liberation
Driven, I will give in to interrogation
The rank to me, the Pharoahe
'Cause every bro like a crossbow

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

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

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

As they stalk the fatal 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 'cause I'm the of

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

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

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

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

I'm mathematical,
Attack the wack, take rap to the
You're strung out, you're 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 at what's happening here
On the microphone, I'm
Pickin' 'em, stickin' 'em up, breakin' 'em, 'em up and bashin'

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

Detaching one's head directly from neck
Still I've been illing and your brain
Like a villain I in the darkness to spark the literature for sure
When I rhyme for the 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 suit ya, uproot ya, hunt ya

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

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

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

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