Luyện nghe bài hát Prisoners of War

I stand here before the forces of evil a style
The poetically child
forth the story of a lyrical soldier
Blessed to manifest in the eyes of the

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

dawn to dusk for liberation
Driven, I will give in to interrogation
The rank to me, the Pharoahe
'Cause bro flows like a crossbow

Equipped to pierce your soul with a arrow
Any man wearing a blindfold can be
But wise are the ones the eyes in the backs of the head
the key to unlock the door

Imagine a poet without form
Rhymes are for sure as an
they adapt to combat
For the of war

I drop, and causin' damage equivalent
To a bomb, raidin' villages like
A poetical 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
like a mad sniper 'cause I'm the type of

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

Distortin' it, shorten brainwaves
As the rhyme intertwine with the of the times
Don't sleep I creep attackin' from the side
is blind, therefore I gotta be hard to the core
And I as a prisoner of war

up to the mathematics of an erratic rap
Rejuvenator of rhyme, sort of come automatic
Poetical medical medicine for the
I divert 'em and flirt 'em, insert 'em I repel 'em

A breakdown, shakedown
Fifty-two, a stick-up so get on the floor facedown
The ammo to keep the steppin'
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
That I brung out of faint, air must out my mouth

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

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 I've been illing and your brain
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 ya, uproot ya, hunt ya down

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

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

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

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