Luyện nghe bài hát Dress to Kill

(reporter)
We are at war with the enemy we see
A brutal conspiracy of
Kidnappings, bombings, highjackings and mass

(a woman)
Leave the girl alone, alone!!!

(reporter)
There's a battle ragin' fueled by desperation, hatred and

(expert)
Now the language spoken here is gunfire

(reporter)
It is a worldwar lead by holymen, and millions of disciples
Willing to die for their cause their strategy is terrorism

It's to go to war niggas...
Get the vests niggas...
up!!

Chorus: yo' army suits 'n' yo' phat black boots
Military gear 'n' go up troops (4x)

Yo, yo, yo, all rhymes is mad raw nigga, let the force pour from my jaws, lyric
Got with fly sounds bound the floors
It's war for all you rap acts who's wack, back
I back gats 'n' block for filts, to be exact like that (pow!)
Strikes in yo' nut, one shot, I slang to yo' brain
Get you open on top for some what! nigga take that
I'm in some shit is done, it comes to track 'n' phat drums I am hung
Lyrical tunes boom, crush consume
Brains leavin' yo' veins, puttin' 'n' losin' the bock, blazin' hot glock
Raisin' yo' nut, cock to kill son(pow!) it to bomb, backglot?
Yo, I'm test nigga, best be on methstreet, I fast 'n' shout da-da-daz
Just like flexin' glass, foo, last tool shiped dime, homicide collide
With energize thoughts from dark of park, die
Split yo' vest from yo'
My complex style be wild tough like rough sex or roughnecks
I this track to the suspects (yeah!)
The real niggas ain't afraid to bust sex

Seven soldiers, militant darkness for niggas in heaven
Strap with the holy mack elevens, we turn to devils 'n' yo' ferrins'
stash is out the bible, stuck to the chuch of the madman on a vital

I your honor 'n' the battle former, seven man control
maybe cause for this strategy
Fight his bomber, my is elevated, arsenerated
So speak to some mamas, two devil plated
I take off the heads of those who worship adam 'n' eve the garden of eden
the prince of thieves,
I ain't the guard, but a lyrical burgler
It's the price of killin' kaine did the first murder

Chorus: grap yo' army suits 'n' yo' phat boots
Military gear 'n' go up troops (4x)

Silent weapons, of combat used in quiet wars
When I attack mc's become b.o.w.'s in action
Shogun the assason with rage,
I engage with street wars,
When neighbourhood let you tear yo' weapon'
Too like razbows? , bows 'n' arrows it ain't force
'n' penetrates trough the skin, but first your clothes
My platoons uniform is timbows 'n'
Nice dark 'cause you being like dark shadows
Commandoes empty ammo
We are the men in war, refugees from jeff
Army of knights, sinners 'til the death strikes

Chorus: grap yo' army suits 'n' yo' phat black
gear 'n' go up like troops (1x)

One the killa 'n' the clan, I came with the scam
A foo-proof 'n' death to coloured men

Climin' uses from the sun
Dom pachino, madman, tracks for shogun...