Luyện nghe bài hát Dress to Kill

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

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

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

(expert)
Now the principal language spoken is gunfire

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

It's to go to war niggas...
Get the bulletproof 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 from my jaws, lyric sause
Got high with fly bound the floors
It's war for all you rap who's wack, come back
I back gats 'n' block for filts, to be exact like thing (pow!)
Strikes in yo' nut, one shot, I slang to yo' brain
Get you open on top for what what! nigga take that
I'm in some shit is done, it comes to track 'n' phat drums I am hung
tunes that boom, crush consume
Brains leavin' yo' veins, puttin' pumps 'n' losin' the bock, hot glock
Raisin' yo' nut, to kill 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, tool shiped with dime, homicide collide
energize thoughts from dark side of park, die
Split yo' vest from yo'
My complex style be wild 'nuff tough like rough sex or
I this track to the suspects (yeah!)
The real live niggas ain't afraid to sex

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

I conquer honor 'n' the battle former, seven man control
Dead maybe cause for this
Fight his bomber, my thoughts is elevated,
So to some mamas, two places devil plated
I take off the heads of those who adam 'n' eve from the garden of eden
the prince 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 used in wars
When I attack mc's b.o.w.'s missin' in action
Shogun the strikes with rage,
I engage with street wars,
When neighbourhood let you tear yo' weapon'
Too like razbows? , bows 'n' it ain't that force
'n' trough the skin, but first through your clothes
My platoons uniform is timbows 'n'
Nice dark 'cause you being followed like shadows
Commandoes with ammo
We are the men in war, refugees from county
Army of black knights, sinners 'til the death

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

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

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