Luyện nghe bài hát Victory! (Come Forward)

[ ]

Ours are the cries that breathe life in the

Ours are the tears that splash genius at feet

Ours are the prayers that weave poetry drum beats

[ VERSE 1: Ali ]
inside the mind of a soon-to-be legendary
Straight
Brother Ali exist to read the scripture, never read
Whoever this underground hip-hop shit is dead
have fallen on his head
Spent my lifetime
rhymes I remind rappers of everything that scared them as children
They me show stopper
No opera singer has hit the exact pitch, I my flow out of
Taught directly by the of all knowledge
You don't affect me till you're forced to powers
Respect me as a voice amongst
Who speak deep to thee, move the sleep your eye lids
your lungs flutter
Get it right, my inner light cast shadows on the sun,
I'm where the rubber the concrete
It's a cold world, not sayin bring your your own
I'm just sayin sleep
I'm walkin with Allah the day that I die
And the pens have been lifted and the have dried
And a big smoke wrote my name in the sky
Politicin with the angels knowin they reply
Got the lungs of a cyclone, tongue of a
The reason why your favorite MC with the lights on
on, brother, we def as fuck
Not 'deaf' like (What?) but like (WHAT!)
the depths around the planet where my name's spoken
We to get our brains open and our chains broken
Watch me around the planet with the same notion
His adversaries the pain broke him
But we run up in a with diagnostics
Two tables and a mic and take a crowd
And the very item on my list of demands
Is that all these freedom fighters liftin they hands

[ ]
To my fighters and the graffiti writers
And the people like us - forward
And to the torch carriers Arabic
Ridin on your - come forward
To my prisoners, individual listeners
Who this - come forward
And to the bone shakers and the makers
Raisin our own saviors - come

[ VERSE 2: Ali ]
Me and my people are signed, sealed, delivered,
to your by Rhymesayers Entertainment
You got to it, we not complacent
We came for your debasement and left your face
And me, Brother Ali is the stomp-down-beat-kicker
Who walkin the streets with the so real
Until I prophecy there's no real stoppin me
Obviously I'm the bomb, me
Opponents come up missin and they all me
I know my soldiers need me, they call and me
I walk the streets freely with chalk me, boy
We gettin it on
Act hard and I probably make you strip to thong
Dissin your song and feel you mouth to fist you yawn
on a rapper till the gristle is gone
I and sing from atop Mount Ararat
I am a king, just ain't got my yet
And my ring from the Congo to your set
I'm Hitchcock with my silhouette
Blood On Beats till the trumpet is blown
Coffins, I release em when I'm up in the
Fortune favors the and press on is the motto
shadows on the sun with my bravado

[ ]