Luyện nghe bài hát Prisoners of War

I stand before the forces of evil with a style
The God-gifted child
Bringin' forth the story of a soldier
Blessed to manifest in the of the beholder

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

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

Equipped to pierce soul with a poison-tip arrow
Any man wearing a can be misled
But wise are the ones with the eyes in the of the head
Here's the key to the door

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

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

As they stalk past the acid
As a rebel of rap, I stop, the Luger
As I maneuver 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, automatic, you're killin' me
'Cause I'm a glock 9 that will rock mind

it, shorten your brainwaves
As the intertwine with the sign of the times
Don't sleep 'cause I creep attackin' the side
is blind, therefore I gotta be hard to the core
And I walk as a of war

Wake up to the of an erratic rap
Rejuvenator of rhyme, sort of come automatic
medical medicine for the cerebellum
I divert 'em and 'em, insert 'em then 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 assault weapon

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

Where I stick my tongue out in the
Take a good look at what's here
On the microphone, I'm
Pickin' 'em, stickin' 'em up, breakin' 'em, '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 wisdom and

one's head directly from one's neck
Still I've been illing and your brain
a villain I came in the darkness 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 drop science to suit ya, ya, hunt ya down

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

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

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

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