Luyện nghe bài hát Dance or die

(Hit man)

Let's take a trip try to grip the
And I'm a get you hip to how dangerous can be
Seem a crazy when I check it in hindsight
I went crazy berserk kind a and hyde like
Two years ago I went on a
I slipped lost grip started the dance stage
People around me my kind a wizzing
What a ___ dilemma and underground (hit man)
Heard the of music and I opened my eyes up
Theirs all around me so yo I better rise up
A couple of grabbed me and he said to me lets go
You're the new wardon of the wall death row
New row a what do who do wo oop da da hoop who the hell are you
They me who they were buttold me what my new job was
I thought for a second and said yea kind a fly 'cause
So to you people that just holding the up
You're messing up the party and I'm getting called up
You get your butt to the floor with the quickness
Or let the crowd bear

(you are dead) (hit man)

Now I came my thing in the underground
I wear all black I'm sort of a vampire now
I don't eat or sleep and I don't like
I just hunt wall I'm a man of the night
I walk through the club with a gun and a
My cap backwards party hats on my back pack
I always try to keep a look out for the party
And when I peep a sleeper I'm the grim reaper
In to the bottomless pit keep plungin
Down with the other clowns deep in my
And homie if I harm ya its for your
No knight in shining armour is to save ya
You can't get but yo you try to run son
You doing the electric with my stun gun
Then you go to solitary and tied up
And plus from the gun your arm all fried up
Somebody said my power went to my a bit
I wish that I could find the sucker that said the __
I torch em up punish them through the night
Put em in the with a tape of vanilla ice
I'm in control like
Ya stand it
I'm figgida like a don't fan it
The of a mad man seen through the windows of my eyes
or die

(you are)
(dead)
(hit man)

You don't wanna dance you wanna cool out cat
come into the club and it's a straight up death trap
Cause I'm a mad chillins a no no
Psycho straight up loco
Taking the life of any sucker that stand
I spot em in the corner chillin I'm a lay em down
So call the ambulance to come and just em away
Ah get a hearse we d o a
An eye for an eye a tooth for a
A buckshot for a booty ain't getting loose
A straight up outlaw a cold blooded
A point killin for suckers thats chillin
Cause I don't stand for on my dancefloor
If you ain't dancin then I'm Charles
Coming the death squad to through your behind out
If you ain't movin jumpin or grrovin I'm pulling my out
Right up in the club I'll put you to
And while the guns still I'm a dance on your chest
The prince of the party pushing with the
Dance nine or death till the wallflower
Louder and louder the keep chantin
Pointing at the booty who aint dancin
So like the now it's up to me
la vista baby

(you are hit man)