Luyện nghe bài hát Kyla

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

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

Out the of madness, come these 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,
will experience, all will see.
I in locations, (where) carefully selected.
Prepare for our music as as Led Zepplin. (Right)
Were graceful as sharks, we hunt our profession. (Let 'em know)
You get the if you mess with the horns.
You should your homie, theres a lesson for em. (Tell ya boy)
Be impressed my storm, it conform from the shoreline,
In wartime it more strength, full of lust. (Yeah)
like, my goal. Mine shines as bright 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, blooded thoroughbreds.
Organized, kill without the go-ahead.
step to my crew? Go ahead.
Once its on, wont til we know ya dead.
Street soldiers, you want to enter my circle,
Theres of thunderous tempers.
New breed, blooded thoroughbreds.
Once its on, wont stop til we ya dead.

My first spirit dance with the of a tribal chief,
Deeper then a 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 are well prepared, there all waiting for the day, (it's here)
Where they can say "we fought for a reason".
in black bandanas pledging allegiance.