Luyện nghe bài hát Dance or die

(Hit man)

Let's a trip try to grip the fantasy
And I'm a get you hip to how dance can be
Seem kind a when I check it in hindsight
I crazy berserk kind a jeckyl and hyde like
Two ago I went on a rampage
I slipped lost grip started ripping the dance
People around me my kind a wizzing
What a ___ and underground wizard (hit man)
Heard the sound of music and I opened my up
people all around me so yo I better rise up
A of guys 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 dippide oop da da hoop who the are you
They me who they were buttold me what my new job was
I thought for a second and said yea that's kind a fly
So to you people that holding the walls up
You're messing up the party and when I'm getting up
You better get your butt to the with the quickness
Or let the crowd bear

(you are dead) (hit man)

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

(you are)
(dead)
(hit man)

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

(you are hit man)