Luyện nghe bài hát Victory! (Come Forward)

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Ours are the cries that breathe in the concrete

Ours are the that splash genius at God's feet

Ours are the prayers that weave poetry through beats

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

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To my fighters and the graffiti writers
And the people like us - forward
And to the carriers speakin Arabic
on your charriots - come forward
To my political prisoners, individual
Who this - come forward
And to the bone and the home makers
Raisin our own - come forward

[ 2: Brother Ali ]
Me and my are signed, sealed, delivered, incorporated
brought to by Rhymesayers Entertainment
You got to it, we not complacent
We came for your debasement and left your bent
And me, mister Brother Ali is the
Who walkin the streets the so real philosophy
Until I fulfill there's no real stoppin me
I'm the bomb, believe me
Opponents come up and they all beneath me
I know my soldiers need me, they and beep me
I walk the streets freely with chalk me, boy
We gettin it on
Act and I probably make you strip to your thong
Dissin your song and you mouth to fist when you yawn
on a rapper till the gristle is gone
I stand and sing from atop Ararat
I am a king, ain't got my kingdom yet
And my ring from the Congo to your set
I'm Alfred Hitchcock my silhouette
Pourin Blood On till the trumpet is blown
Coffins, I release em when I'm up in the
Fortune the brave and press on is the motto
shadows on the sun with my bravado

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