Luyện nghe bài hát Kyla

Who raised by wolves, trained by
fighters, gangstas and killers,
Skateboard kids, successful dealers,
Pro snowboarders, and they all feel us.
I guess its the adrenaline that flows in us.
Run my sons of death we all winners.
All got in our blood, we go-getters.
Something out that we want, we wont let up.
Battle axe warriors, we to the teeth,
And I'm a little monster, a beast.
White rabbit, sabbath, bad habits.
My girl's in love a thug, and a drug addict.
evil, back to my high,
Til I poison the oceans, and the sky.
No need being born, and wings,
between good, and doing very bad things.
We the underground protectors,
You want to fuck around with the corpse collectors.
My partner, Mr. Cloak'n'Dagger.
Im the angel, known for raisin hell,
And we don't on changin'.

New breed, full thoroughbreds.
Organized, don't without the go-ahead.
step to my crew? Go ahead.
Once its on, stop til we know ya dead.
Street soldiers, you want to enter my circle,
Theres hundreds of tempers.
New breed, blooded thoroughbreds.
Once its on, wont til we know ya dead.

Out the mouth of madness, come these words,
Members will emerge, converge, and over take.
Approach those who promises they don't intend to keep.
Inferno rise up, but my beliefs, the on earth,
Some will experience, all see.
I in locations, (where) carefully selected.
for our music as rare as Led Zepplin. (Right)
Were graceful as sharks, when we our profession. (Let 'em know)
You get the if you mess with the horns.
You should told your homie, a lesson for em. (Tell ya boy)
Be impressed with my storm, it conform the shoreline,
In it gathers more strength, full of lust. (Yeah)
More like, my goal. Mine shines as as prophecy,
Fulfilled by my will, and ironfist of M.A.D.
The inquisitors, beyond all walls and perimeters
The of the land cant limit us. (naw)

New breed, full thoroughbreds.
Organized, don't kill the go-ahead.
step to my crew? Go ahead.
Once its on, stop til we know ya dead.
soldiers, you don't want to enter my circle,
Theres of thunderous tempers.
New breed, full thoroughbreds.
Once its on, stop til we know ya dead.

My first spirit dance with the of a tribal chief,
then a dead mans chest, there is no rivalry.
We survive time, while we build our lethally.
We are the on the street, yet sworn to secrecy.
Basements, nightclubs, clubs, alleyways,
Our people are well prepared, there all for the day, (it's here)
Where they can say "we fought for a reason".
Everyone in bandanas pledging allegiance.