Luyện nghe bài hát Prisoners of War

I stand here before the of evil with a style
The poetically God-gifted
Bringin' forth the story of a lyrical
to manifest in the eyes of the beholder

Words of wisdom abuse the lines
They increase as I release a phrase a Uzi 9
From the larynx, shot in repetition, words heard before
But still the of rap will enable me to attack

From dawn to for liberation
Driven, I never give in to interrogation
The rank given to me, the
'Cause every bro like a crossbow

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

Imagine a without poetical form
Rhymes are for as an attack
'Cause they adapt to
For the of war

I drop, smash and causin' damage
To a hydrogen bomb, raidin' villages
A soldier in Vietnam, poetry
Releasin' gasses, bodies deteriorating

As they stalk past the fatal
As a rebel of rap, I stop, the Luger
As I with the caution as I verbally counter attack
Striking like a mad 'cause I'm the type of

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

Distortin' it, your brainwaves
As the rhyme intertwine with the 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

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

A breakdown, poetical
Fifty-two, pick-up a so get on the floor facedown
The ammo to keep the people
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 when you heard the
I brung out of faint, air must come out my mouth

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

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

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

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

Verbally attackin' from the ground up to shoot ya
Lurkin' through the of darkness, shots fired
The spark 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 officials are corrupted
'Cause they're with us, poetical rebels on a rampage

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

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