Luyện nghe bài hát Dress to Kill

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

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

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

(expert)
Now the principal spoken here is gunfire

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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