Luyện nghe bài hát Prisoners of War

I stand here before the forces of evil with a
The God-gifted child
Bringin' forth the of a lyrical soldier
Blessed to in the eyes 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 the rendition of rap will enable me to attack

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

Equipped to your 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 unlock the

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

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

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

viper 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, killin' me
I'm a glock 9 that will rock your mind

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

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

A breakdown, shakedown
Fifty-two, a stick-up 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 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 look at what's happening here
On the microphone, I'm
Pickin' 'em, stickin' 'em up, breakin' 'em, shakin' 'em up and

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

one's head directly from one's neck
Still I've been illing and drilling your
Like a villain I came in the darkness to spark the literature for
When I rhyme for the of war

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

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

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

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

Never will an approach
'Cause will never ever last
'Cause the task is total
Poetry and the Pharoahe starts as the