Luyện nghe bài hát Prisoners of War

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

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

From to dusk 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 a poison-tip arrow
Any man a blindfold can be misled
But wise are the ones the eyes in the backs of the head
Here's the key to the door

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

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

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

Hyperactive viper to wipe away the enemy with no
'Cause I'm the so don't try to get rid of me
You, little itty-bitty, twenty-five automatic, killin' me
'Cause I'm a glock 9 that will rock your

it, shorten your brainwaves
As the rhyme intertwine the sign 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 medicine for the cerebellum
I divert 'em and flirt 'em, insert 'em 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' the vault because I'm like a verbal assault weapon

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

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

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

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

is strength in my mentalbolism, brains to spare
Upon info, knowledge, data, aspects
my future 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 shadows of darkness, shots
The hits the trees releasin' lyrical ammo
While I camoflouge in the flash of my

Mentally cease MC's, be surrounded I capture
And enemy lines are crushed,
And plus your officials are corrupted
'Cause they're down with us, rebels on a rampage

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

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