Luyện nghe bài hát Prisoners of War

I stand here before the forces of with a style
The God-gifted child
Bringin' the story of a lyrical soldier
to manifest in the eyes of the beholder

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

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

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

Imagine a poet without poetical
Rhymes are for as an attack
'Cause adapt to combat
For the of war

I drop, and causin' damage equivalent
To a hydrogen bomb, villages like
A soldier in Vietnam, poetry
Releasin' deadly gasses, bodies

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

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

Distortin' it, shorten brainwaves
As the rhyme intertwine the sign of the times
Don't sleep I creep attackin' from the side
That is blind, 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, that of come automatic
Poetical medical for the cerebellum
I 'em and flirt 'em, insert 'em then I repel 'em

A breakdown, poetical
Fifty-two, pick-up a stick-up so get on the facedown
The ammo to keep the steppin'
Breakin' open the vault 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 out of faint, air must 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 lyric dictator, the aviator of
All beware to prepare for the
Rhymes go express, expert,
Be up to par with and intellect

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

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

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

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

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

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