Luyện nghe bài hát Kyla

Who raised by wolves, by gorillas
fighters, gangstas and killers,
Skateboard kids, drug dealers,
Pro snowboarders, and bikers they all us.
I guess its the adrenaline rush that 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.
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 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, blooded thoroughbreds.
Organized, don't without the go-ahead.
Wanna step to my Go ahead.
Once its on, stop til we know ya dead.
Street soldiers, you want to enter my circle,
hundreds of thunderous tempers.
New breed, blooded thoroughbreds.
its on, wont stop til we know ya dead.

Out the mouth of madness, come truthful words,
Swollen will emerge, converge, and over take.
those who make promises they don't intend to keep.
Inferno rise up, but my beliefs, the on earth,
will experience, all will see.
I appear in locations, (where) selected.
Prepare for our as rare 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 told your homie, theres a lesson for em. (Tell ya boy)
Be impressed my storm, it conform from the shoreline,
In it gathers 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 grand inquisitors, beyond all walls and
The laws of the cant limit us. (naw)

New breed, blooded thoroughbreds.
Organized, kill without the go-ahead.
Wanna step to my 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, blooded thoroughbreds.
its on, wont stop til we know ya dead.

My first spirit dance with the of a tribal chief,
Deeper then a dead 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, all waiting for the day, (it's here)
Where they can proudly say "we for a reason".
Everyone in bandanas pledging allegiance.