Luyện nghe bài hát Dress to Kill

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

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

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

(expert)
Now the language spoken here is gunfire

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

It's to go to war niggas...
Get the vests niggas...
up!!

Chorus: grap yo' suits 'n' yo' phat 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
It's war for all you rap who's wack, come back
I back gats 'n' block for filts, to be exact that thing (pow!)
Strikes in yo' nut, one shot, I bang to yo' brain
Get you open on top for some what! nigga take that
I'm in some shit is done, when it comes to track 'n' phat I am hung
Lyrical tunes boom, crush consume
Brains leavin' yo' veins, puttin' pumps 'n' the bock, blazin' hot glock
yo' nut, cock to kill son(pow!) spill it to bomb, backglot?
Yo, I'm nigga, best be on methstreet, I blast fast 'n' shout da-da-daz
Just like glass, foo, last tool shiped with dime, homicide collide
With energize thoughts from dark of park, die
Split yo' vest yo' test
My complex be wild 'nuff tough like rough sex or roughnecks
I dedicate this to the suspects (yeah!)
The real niggas ain't afraid to bust sex

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

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

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

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

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

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

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