Luyện nghe bài hát Dress to Kill

(reporter)
We are at war with the enemy we 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 principal language spoken here is

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

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

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

Yo, yo, yo, all rhymes is mad raw nigga, let the force pour my jaws, lyric sause
Got high with fly sounds bound the
It's war for all you rap who's wack, come back
I back 'n' block for filts, to be exact like that thing (pow!)
Strikes in yo' nut, one shot, I bang slang to yo'
Get you open on top for some what what! nigga that
I'm in some shit is done, when it comes to 'n' phat drums I am hung
Lyrical tunes that boom, consume
Brains leavin' yo' veins, puttin' pumps 'n' 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 blast 'n' shout da-da-daz
Just like flexin' glass, foo, last tool shiped dime, homicide collide
With energize thoughts from side of park, die
Split yo' vest yo' test
My complex style be wild 'nuff tough like sex or roughnecks
I dedicate this to the suspects (yeah!)
The live niggas ain't afraid to bust sex

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

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

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

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

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

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

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