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 mass

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

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

(expert)
Now the language spoken here is gunfire

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

It's to go to war niggas...
Get the bulletproof 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 my jaws, lyric sause
Got high with fly sounds the floors
war for all you rap acts who's wack, come back
I back gats 'n' block for filts, to be exact like thing (pow!)
in yo' nut, one shot, I bang slang to yo' brain
Get you open on top for some what what! nigga take
I'm in some shit is done, when it comes to track 'n' phat I am hung
tunes that boom, crush consume
Brains leavin' yo' veins, puttin' pumps 'n' the bock, blazin' hot glock
Raisin' yo' nut, cock to kill son(pow!) it to bomb, backglot?
Yo, I'm nigga, best be on methstreet, I blast fast 'n' shout da-da-daz
Just like flexin' glass, foo, tool shiped with dime, homicide collide
With energize thoughts from dark of park, die
Split yo' vest from yo'
My complex style be wild 'nuff tough rough sex or roughnecks
I dedicate track to the suspects (yeah!)
The real live niggas afraid to bust sex

Seven soldiers, darkness for heavenly niggas in heaven
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 your honor 'n' the battle former, seven man control
Dead maybe cause for strategy
Fight his bomber, my thoughts is elevated,
So speak to some mamas, two devil plated
I take off the heads of those who worship adam 'n' eve from the of eden
Follow the of thieves,
I the guard, but you're a lyrical burgler
It's the price of killin' kaine did the first murder

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

Silent weapons, instruments of combat used in wars
When I attack become b.o.w.'s missin' in action
Shogun the assason with rage,
When I engage with wars,
When neighbourhood let you tear yo' weapon'
Too like razbows? , bows 'n' arrows it that force
'n' penetrates trough the skin, but first through your
My platoons uniform is timbows 'n'
dark 'cause you being followed like dark shadows
Commandoes empty ammo
We are the men in war, from jeff county
Army of black knights, sinners the death strikes

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

One with the '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...