Luyện nghe bài hát Dress to Kill

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

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

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

(expert)
Now the principal language spoken here is

(reporter)
It is a worldwar by holymen, madmen and millions of disciples
Willing to die for cause their strategy is worldwide 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 like (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 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 slang to yo'
Get you open on top for some what what! nigga that
I'm in some is done, when it comes to track 'n' phat drums I am hung
Lyrical that boom, crush consume
Brains leavin' yo' veins, puttin' pumps 'n' losin' the bock, blazin' hot
Raisin' yo' nut, cock to son(pow!) spill it to bomb, backglot?
Yo, I'm test nigga, best be on methstreet, I blast fast 'n' shout
Just like flexin' glass, foo, last tool shiped with dime, homicide
With energize thoughts from side of park, die
yo' vest from yo' test
My style be wild 'nuff tough like rough sex or roughnecks
I dedicate this to the suspects (yeah!)
The real niggas ain't afraid to bust sex

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

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

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

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

Chorus: grap yo' army '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 plan 'n' to coloured men

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