Luyện nghe bài hát Victory! (Come Forward)

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Ours are the that breathe life in the concrete

Ours are the tears that splash at God's feet

Ours are the prayers that weave poetry through beats

[ VERSE 1: Ali ]
Step the mind of a soon-to-be legendary
paramilitary
Brother Ali exist to read the scripture, it's read
Whoever this underground hip-hop shit is dead
Must have on his head
my lifetime buildin
Writin rhymes I rappers of everything that scared them as children
They call me show
No opera singer has hit the pitch, I spit my flow out of
Taught directly by the source of all
You don't affect me till you're forced to draw
Respect me as a voice amongst
Who deep to thee, move the sleep from your eye lids
your lungs flutter
Get it right, my inner light cast shadows on the sun,
I'm where the rubber meets the
a cold world, not sayin bring your your own heat
I'm just sayin don't
I'm walkin with Allah the day that I die
And the pens have lifted and the pages have dried
And a big smoke wrote my name in the sky
Politicin with the angels knowin they would
Got the of a cyclone, tongue of a python
The reason why your favorite MC sleep the lights on
Right on, brother, we def as
Not 'deaf' (What?) but 'def' like (WHAT!)
From the depths around the planet my name's spoken
We here to get our open and our chains broken
Watch me walk around the planet with the same
His thought the pain broke him
But we run up in a with diagnostics
Two and a mic and take a crowd hostage
And the very first item on my of demands
Is that all these freedom fighters start liftin they

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

[ VERSE 2: Ali ]
Me and my people are signed, sealed, delivered,
brought to by Rhymesayers Entertainment
You got to face it, we not
We came for your debasement and left face bent
And me, mister Ali is the stomp-down-beat-kicker
Who the streets with the so real philosophy
Until I fulfill there's no real stoppin me
I'm the bomb, believe me
Opponents come up missin and all beneath me
I know my soldiers need me, call and beep me
I the streets freely with chalk beneath me, boy
We stays it on
Act hard and I probably make you strip to your
Dissin your song and feel you mouth to fist you yawn
Nibblin on a rapper the gristle is gone
I stand and sing from atop Mount
I am a king, just ain't got my yet
And my anthem from the Congo to your set
I'm Hitchcock with my silhouette
Pourin Blood On Beats till the is blown
Coffins, I em when I'm up in the zone
Fortune the brave and press on is the motto
Cast shadows on the sun my bravado

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