Luyện nghe bài hát Kyla

Who raised by wolves, trained by
fighters, gangstas and killers,
Skateboard kids, drug dealers,
Pro snowboarders, and bikers they all us.
I guess its the adrenaline rush flows in us.
Run with my sons of 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 in love with a thug, and a drug addict.
Slow evil, to my high,
Til I poison the oceans, and the sky.
No need being born, and wings,
Torn between good, and very bad things.
We the underground protectors,
You don't want to fuck around the corpse collectors.
My partner, Mr. Cloak'n'Dagger.
Im the blazin' angel, known for hell,
And we plan on changin'.

New breed, blooded thoroughbreds.
Organized, don't kill the go-ahead.
Wanna step to my Go ahead.
Once its on, wont 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, wont stop til we ya dead.

Out the mouth of madness, come truthful words,
Swollen Members will emerge, converge, and take.
Approach those who make they don't intend to keep.
Inferno up, but my beliefs, the miracle on earth,
will experience, all will see.
I appear in locations, (where) selected.
for our music as rare as Led Zepplin. (Right)
Were graceful as sharks, we hunt our profession. (Let 'em know)
You get the bull if you mess the horns.
You told your homie, theres a lesson for em. (Tell ya boy)
Be impressed with my storm, it from the shoreline,
In wartime it gathers more strength, of lust. (Yeah)
More like, my goal. Mine as bright as prophecy,
by my steel will, and ironfist of M.A.D.
The grand inquisitors, beyond all and perimeters
The laws of the cant limit us. (naw)

New breed, full thoroughbreds.
Organized, kill without the go-ahead.
Wanna to my crew? Go ahead.
its on, wont 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.

My first spirit dance the strength of a tribal chief,
Deeper then a dead 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)
Where they can proudly say "we for a reason".
Everyone in black bandanas allegiance.