Luyện nghe bài hát Dress to Kill

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

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

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

(expert)
Now the principal language spoken is gunfire

(reporter)
It is a lead 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 bulletproof niggas...
up!!

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

Yo, yo, yo, all rhymes is mad raw nigga, let the pour from my jaws, lyric sause
Got high fly sounds bound the floors
It's war for all you rap acts wack, come back
I back 'n' block for filts, to be exact like that thing (pow!)
Strikes in yo' nut, one shot, I bang to yo' brain
Get you open on top for some what what! take that
I'm in some is done, when it comes to track 'n' phat drums I am hung
Lyrical tunes that boom, crush
Brains leavin' yo' veins, puttin' 'n' losin' the bock, blazin' hot glock
Raisin' yo' nut, cock to son(pow!) spill it to bomb, backglot?
Yo, I'm test nigga, best be on methstreet, I fast 'n' shout da-da-daz
Just flexin' 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 wild tough like rough sex or roughnecks
I dedicate this track to the (yeah!)
The real live niggas ain't afraid to sex

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

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

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

Silent weapons, instruments of combat used in quiet
When I attack mc's become b.o.w.'s missin' in
the assason 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 the skin, but first through your clothes
My platoons uniform is timbows 'n'
Nice dark 'cause you being followed like shadows
Commandoes with empty
We are the men in war, refugees from jeff
Army of black knights, sinners 'til the strikes

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

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

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