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 release a phrase a Uzi 9
From the larynx, shot in repetition, words never before
But the rendition of rap will enable me to attack

From to dusk for liberation
Driven, I will give in to interrogation
The given 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 backs of the
Here's the key to the door

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

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

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

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

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

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

A breakdown, poetical
Fifty-two, pick-up a stick-up so get on the floor
The ammo to the people 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, hung out when 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
'em, stickin' 'em up, breakin' 'em, shakin' 'em up and bashin'

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

Detaching one's head directly one's 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

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

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

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

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

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