Luyện nghe bài hát Dress to Kill

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

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

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

(expert)
Now the principal language here is gunfire

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

It's to go to war niggas...
Get the bulletproof 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 pour from my jaws, lyric sause
Got with fly sounds bound the floors
It's war for all you rap acts who's wack, come
I back gats 'n' for filts, to be exact like that thing (pow!)
Strikes in yo' nut, one shot, I slang to yo' brain
Get you on top for some what 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 yo' veins, puttin' pumps 'n' losin' the bock, blazin' hot glock
Raisin' yo' nut, to kill son(pow!) spill 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 with dime, collide
With energize from dark side of park, die
yo' vest from yo' test
My complex style be 'nuff tough like rough sex or roughnecks
I dedicate track 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 turn to 'n' poison yo' ferrins'
Razorblade stash is out the bible, stuck to the chuch of the madman on a

I your honor 'n' the battle former, seven man control
Dead cause for this strategy
his bomber, my thoughts is elevated, arsenerated
So speak to mamas, two places devil plated
I take off the of those who worship adam 'n' eve from the garden of eden
Follow the of thieves,
I the guard, but you're a lyrical burgler
the price of killin' like kaine did the first murder

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

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

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

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

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