Luyện nghe bài hát Dress to Kill

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

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

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

(expert)
Now the principal language here is gunfire

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

time to go to war niggas...
Get the vests niggas...
up!!

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

Yo, yo, yo, all rhymes is mad raw nigga, let the force pour from my jaws, sause
Got high with fly sounds the floors
It's war for all you rap acts wack, come back
I back gats 'n' 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 what what! nigga take that
I'm in some is done, when it comes to track 'n' phat drums I am hung
Lyrical tunes that boom, 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 blast 'n' shout da-da-daz
Just flexin' glass, foo, last tool shiped with dime, homicide collide
energize thoughts from dark side of park, die
Split yo' vest yo' test
My complex style be wild 'nuff tough rough sex or roughnecks
I dedicate this to the suspects (yeah!)
The live niggas ain't afraid to bust sex

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

I conquer honor 'n' the battle former, seven man control
Dead maybe cause for strategy
his bomber, my thoughts 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 a lyrical burgler
It's the price of killin' like kaine did the murder

grap yo' army suits 'n' yo' phat black boots
Military gear 'n' go up like (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 with street wars,
When druglords let you tear yo' weapon'
Too like razbows? , bows 'n' arrows it ain't force
'n' penetrates the skin, but first through your clothes
My platoons is timbows 'n' capholes
dark 'cause you being followed like dark shadows
Commandoes empty ammo
We are the men in war, refugees from county
Army of knights, sinners 'til 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 'n' death to coloured men

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