Luyện nghe bài hát Kyla

Who raised by wolves, by gorillas
Caged fighters, and killers,
Skateboard kids, successful dealers,
Pro snowboarders, and bikers all feel 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 there we want, we wont let up.
axe warriors, we armed to the teeth,
And I'm a monster, a conquering beast.
rabbit, black sabbath, bad habits.
My girl's in love with a thug, and a 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 want to fuck around with the corpse collectors.
My partner, Mr. Cloak'n'Dagger.
Im the blazin' angel, known for hell,
And we don't on changin'.

New breed, blooded thoroughbreds.
Organized, don't without the go-ahead.
Wanna to my crew? 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.
its on, wont stop til we know ya dead.

Out the of madness, come these truthful words,
Swollen Members emerge, converge, and over take.
Approach those who make promises they intend to keep.
Inferno up, but my beliefs, the miracle on earth,
will experience, all will see.
I appear in locations, (where) selected.
Prepare for our 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, 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)
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 land limit us. (naw)

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 don't to enter my circle,
hundreds of thunderous tempers.
New breed, blooded thoroughbreds.
Once its on, stop til we know ya dead.

My spirit dance with the strength of a tribal chief,
Deeper a dead mans chest, there is no rivalry.
We survive time, while we our crew lethally.
We are the word on the street, yet 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 pledging allegiance.