Luyện nghe bài hát Prisoners of War

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

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

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

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

Imagine a poet without poetical
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 poetical in Vietnam, poetry
Releasin' gasses, bodies deteriorating

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

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

Distortin' it, shorten your
As the rhyme with the sign of the times
Don't sleep 'cause I attackin' from the side
That is blind, therefore I gotta be to the core
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 flirt 'em, insert 'em then I 'em

A breakdown, shakedown
Fifty-two, pick-up a stick-up so get on the facedown
The ammo to the people steppin'
Breakin' the vault because I'm like a verbal assault weapon

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

Where I stick my out in the atmosphere
a good look 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 for the guillotine
go express, expert, extreme
Be up to par wisdom and intellect

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

There is in my mentalbolism, brains to spare
Upon info, knowledge, data, aspects
my future environment, so in the event
I drop science to suit ya, uproot ya, ya down

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 I capture
And enemy are crushed, bumrushed
And plus government officials are corrupted
'Cause they're down us, poetical rebels on a rampage

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

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