Luyện nghe bài hát Kyla

Who raised by wolves, by gorillas
Caged fighters, and killers,
Skateboard kids, drug dealers,
Pro snowboarders, and bikers they all us.
I guess its the rush that flows in us.
Run my sons of death we all winners.
All got in our blood, we go-getters.
Something out there we want, we wont let up.
axe warriors, we armed to the teeth,
And I'm a little monster, a beast.
White rabbit, sabbath, bad habits.
My girl's in with 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 between good, and very bad things.
We the force protectors,
You want to fuck around 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 without the go-ahead.
step 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, blooded thoroughbreds.
Once its on, stop til we know ya dead.

Out the mouth of madness, come truthful words,
Swollen will emerge, converge, and over take.
Approach those who make 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.
Prepare for our music as as Led Zepplin. (Right)
graceful as sharks, when we hunt 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 with my storm, it conform from the shoreline,
In wartime it gathers strength, full of lust. (Yeah)
More like, my goal. Mine shines as as prophecy,
Fulfilled by my steel will, and of M.A.D.
The grand inquisitors, beyond all walls and
The of the land cant limit us. (naw)

New breed, blooded 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 want to my circle,
hundreds of thunderous tempers.
New breed, blooded thoroughbreds.
its on, wont stop til we know ya dead.

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