Luyện nghe bài hát Prisoners of War

I stand before the forces of evil with a style
The poetically God-gifted
Bringin' forth the story of a soldier
Blessed to 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, in repetition, words never heard before
But still the rendition of rap will enable me to

From to dusk for liberation
Driven, I will never in to interrogation
The rank to me, the Pharoahe
'Cause every bro flows 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 unlock the

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

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

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

viper to wipe 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 glock 9 that will rock mind

Distortin' it, shorten brainwaves
As the rhyme intertwine with the sign of the
Don't sleep 'cause I creep from the side
That is blind, therefore I gotta be hard to the
And I walk as a of war

Wake up to the of an erratic rap
of rhyme, that sort of come automatic
Poetical medicine for the cerebellum
I 'em and flirt 'em, insert 'em then I repel 'em

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

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

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

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

Detaching head directly from 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 rhyme for the of war

is strength in my mentalbolism, brains 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 attackin' from the ground up to shoot ya
Lurkin' through the of darkness, shots fired
The spark hits the releasin' lyrical ammo
I camoflouge in the flash of my stature

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

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

will an intruder approach
'Cause they will never ever
the task is total termination
Poetry and the Pharoahe starts as the