Luyện nghe bài hát Dress to Kill

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

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

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

(expert)
Now the principal spoken here is gunfire

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

time to go to war niggas...
Get the vests niggas...
up!!

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

Yo, yo, yo, all rhymes is mad raw nigga, let the force pour my jaws, lyric sause
Got high with fly sounds bound the
war for all you rap acts who's 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 what what! nigga take that
I'm in some is done, when it comes to track 'n' phat drums I am hung
Lyrical tunes boom, crush consume
Brains leavin' yo' veins, pumps '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 glass, foo, last tool shiped with dime, homicide collide
With thoughts from dark side of park, die
Split yo' from yo' test
My complex style be wild 'nuff tough like sex or roughnecks
I this track to the suspects (yeah!)
The real live niggas afraid to bust sex

Seven soldiers, militant darkness for heavenly niggas in
Strap with the holy mack elevens, we turn to devils 'n' poison yo'
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
Dead maybe cause for strategy
Fight his bomber, my thoughts is elevated,
So speak to some mamas, two places plated
I take off the heads of those who worship adam 'n' eve from the garden of
Follow the of thieves,
I ain't the guard, but you're a lyrical
It's the of killin' like kaine did the first murder

grap yo' army suits 'n' yo' phat black boots
Military 'n' go up like troops (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 neighbourhood druglords let you tear yo'
Too like razbows? , bows 'n' it ain't that force
'n' penetrates trough the skin, but first through clothes
My platoons is timbows 'n' capholes
dark 'cause you being followed like dark shadows
Commandoes with empty
We are the men in war, refugees from county
Army of black knights, 'til the death strikes

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

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

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