Luyện nghe bài hát Kyla

Who raised by wolves, trained by
fighters, gangstas and killers,
Skateboard kids, successful dealers,
Pro snowboarders, and bikers all feel us.
I guess its the adrenaline that flows in us.
Run my sons of death we all winners.
All got in our blood, we go-getters.
out there that we want, we wont let up.
Battle axe warriors, we to the teeth,
And I'm a little monster, a beast.
rabbit, black sabbath, bad habits.
My in love with a thug, and a drug addict.
evil, back 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 force protectors,
You don't want to fuck around with the collectors.
My partner, Mr. Cloak'n'Dagger.
Im the blazin' angel, known for hell,
And we plan on changin'.

New breed, full 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.
Once its on, stop til we know ya dead.

Out the mouth of madness, come these words,
Swollen will emerge, converge, and over take.
Approach those who make they don't intend to keep.
rise up, but my beliefs, the miracle on earth,
Some will experience, all see.
I in locations, (where) carefully selected.
for our music as rare as Led Zepplin. (Right)
Were as sharks, when we hunt our profession. (Let 'em know)
You get the bull if you with the horns.
You should told your homie, 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)
More like, my goal. Mine shines as as prophecy,
by my steel will, and ironfist of M.A.D.
The grand inquisitors, all walls and perimeters
The of the land cant limit us. (naw)

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

My first spirit dance the strength of a tribal chief,
Deeper then a dead chest, there is no rivalry.
We survive time, we build our crew 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 proudly say "we for a reason".
Everyone in black pledging allegiance.