Luyện nghe bài hát Prisoners of War

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

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

From dawn to dusk for
Driven, I never give in to interrogation
The given to me, the Pharoahe
'Cause every bro flows a crossbow

Equipped to your soul with a poison-tip arrow
Any man a blindfold can be misled
But wise are the 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 they adapt to
For the of war

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

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

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

Distortin' it, your brainwaves
As the intertwine with the sign of the times
sleep 'cause I creep attackin' from the side
That is blind, I gotta be hard 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 medical medicine for the
I divert 'em and flirt 'em, 'em then I repel 'em

A breakdown, poetical
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,
Attack the wack, rap to the maximum
You're strung out, you're out when you heard the style
That I brung out of faint, air must come out my

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

The lyric dictator, the of antonym
All beware to prepare for the
go express, expert, extreme
Be up to par with and intellect

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

There is in my mentalbolism, brains to spare
info, knowledge, data, greater aspects
Affects my environment, so in the event
I science to suit ya, uproot ya, hunt ya down

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

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

Of wrecked dialects, lyric projects
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 ever last
the task is total termination
Poetry and the starts as the revelation