Luyện nghe bài hát Victory! (Come Forward)

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Ours are the that breathe life in the concrete

Ours are the tears splash genius at God's feet

Ours are the that weave poetry through drum beats

[ 1: Brother Ali ]
Step the mind of a soon-to-be legendary
paramilitary
Brother Ali exist to read the scripture, never read
Whoever said this underground hip-hop is dead
Must fallen on his head
Spent my buildin
Writin rhymes I remind rappers of everything that scared as children
They me show stopper
No opera singer has hit the pitch, I spit my flow out of
Taught directly by the of all knowledge
You don't affect me till you're to draw powers
Respect me as a voice scholars
Who speak deep to thee, the sleep from your eye lids
Make your flutter
Get it right, my inner 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 just don't sleep
I'm walkin with till the day that I die
And the pens have been lifted and the pages have
And a big smoke screen my name in the sky
Politicin with the angels knowin they would
Got the lungs of a cyclone, of a python
The why your favorite MC sleep with the lights on
Right on, brother, we def as
Not 'deaf' like (What?) but like (WHAT!)
From the around the planet where my name's spoken
We here to get our brains and our chains broken
Watch me walk around the planet the same notion
His thought the pain broke him
But we run up in a stadium with
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 hands

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To my freedom fighters and the writers
And the people like us - forward
And to the carriers speakin Arabic
Ridin on charriots - come forward
To my political prisoners, individual
Who feelin - come forward
And to the bone shakers and the home
our own saviors - come forward

[ VERSE 2: Ali ]
Me and my people are signed, sealed, delivered,
brought to your by Rhymesayers
You got to it, we not complacent
We came for your debasement and your face bent
And me, Brother Ali is the stomp-down-beat-kicker
Who walkin the streets with the so philosophy
Until I fulfill prophecy there's no real me
I'm the bomb, believe me
Opponents come up missin and they all 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 make you strip to your thong
Dissin your song and feel you to fist when you yawn
on a rapper till the gristle is gone
I stand and sing atop Mount Ararat
I am a king, just got my kingdom yet
And my anthem ring the Congo to your set
I'm Alfred with my silhouette
Pourin Blood On Beats till the trumpet is
Coffins, I release em when I'm up in the
favors the brave and press on is the motto
Cast shadows on the sun with my

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