Luyện nghe bài hát Dress to Kill

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

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

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

(expert)
Now the principal spoken here is gunfire

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

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

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

Yo, yo, yo, all rhymes is mad raw nigga, let the pour from 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!)
Strikes in yo' nut, one shot, I bang to yo' brain
Get you on top for some what what! nigga take that
I'm in some shit is done, when it comes to track 'n' phat drums I am
Lyrical tunes that boom, crush
Brains leavin' yo' veins, puttin' pumps 'n' losin' the bock, blazin' hot
Raisin' yo' nut, cock to kill son(pow!) it to bomb, backglot?
Yo, I'm test nigga, best be on methstreet, I blast fast 'n' shout
Just like flexin' glass, foo, last tool with dime, homicide collide
With energize thoughts from dark of park, die
yo' vest from yo' test
My complex style be wild 'nuff tough like sex or roughnecks
I this track to the suspects (yeah!)
The real live niggas ain't afraid to sex

Seven soldiers, militant darkness for heavenly niggas in
Strap with the holy 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 your honor 'n' the battle former, seven man
Dead maybe cause for strategy
his bomber, my thoughts is elevated, arsenerated
So speak to some mamas, two places devil
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
the price of killin' like kaine did the first murder

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

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

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

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

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