Luyện nghe bài hát Kyla

Who by wolves, trained by gorillas
fighters, gangstas and killers,
Skateboard kids, drug dealers,
Pro snowboarders, and they all feel us.
I guess its the adrenaline rush flows in us.
Run my sons of death we all winners.
All got in our blood, we go-getters.
Something out there that we want, we 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.
Slow evil, to my high,
Til I the oceans, and blacken the sky.
No need born, horns and wings,
Torn good, and doing very bad things.
We the force protectors,
You don't want to fuck around the corpse collectors.
My partner, Mr. Cloak'n'Dagger.
Im the angel, known for raisin hell,
And we plan on changin'.

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

Out the mouth of madness, come truthful words,
Swollen Members will emerge, converge, and take.
those who make promises they don't intend to keep.
Inferno up, but my beliefs, the miracle 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, theres a for em. (Tell ya boy)
Be with my storm, it conform from the shoreline,
In wartime it more strength, full of lust. (Yeah)
More like, my goal. Mine as bright as prophecy,
Fulfilled by my will, and ironfist of M.A.D.
The grand inquisitors, beyond all walls and
The of the land cant limit us. (naw)

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

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