Luyện nghe bài hát Dress to Kill

(reporter)
We are at war the enemy we can't see
A brutal of assassination
Kidnappings, bombings, and mass murders

(a woman)
Leave the 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 worldwar by holymen, madmen and millions of disciples
Willing to die for their cause their is worldwide terrorism

It's to go to war niggas...
Get the vests 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 pour from my jaws, lyric
Got high fly sounds bound the floors
war for all you rap acts who's wack, come back
I back gats 'n' block for filts, to be exact like thing (pow!)
in yo' nut, one shot, I bang slang to yo' brain
Get you open on top for some what! nigga take that
I'm in some shit is done, when it to track 'n' phat drums I am hung
Lyrical that 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 nigga, best be on methstreet, I blast fast 'n' shout da-da-daz
Just like flexin' glass, foo, last tool with dime, homicide collide
With energize from dark side of park, die
Split yo' from yo' test
My complex style be wild tough like rough sex or roughnecks
I dedicate track to the suspects (yeah!)
The real live niggas afraid to bust sex

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

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

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

Silent weapons, instruments of used in quiet wars
When I attack mc's become b.o.w.'s missin' in
Shogun the assason strikes rage,
I engage with street wars,
When neighbourhood druglords let you tear yo'
Too like razbows? , bows 'n' arrows it ain't that
'n' penetrates trough the skin, but first through clothes
My uniform is timbows 'n' capholes
Nice 'cause you being followed like 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' phat black
gear 'n' go up like troops (1x)

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

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