Luyện nghe bài hát Sensational Breed

Get up!

(Chorus)
(Son Doobie)
We steppin' out, have me pull the weapon out.
Get it out, you at?
What you now?
Up in the club my thugs, let em out..
Battle Axe the set.
Son, it out!
We stop rockin', neck poppin',
We got the hostage.
Block on lock, topics,
Can't it, got ya head knockin'.

1: (Prevail)
Yo..
Static, distortion, and noise.
The champion's close, you can by the ambulance voice.
Someone's to bleed, the sensation of speed,
The breed..
From the society, conspiracy of shadows,
of darkness, and legacy of castles.
Move from the spark for the engulfs,
Check your pulse, the of werewolves.
Drag the body into the woods,
Detach the back and tear the goods.
Tossed on the heap like scraps.
Enter the sandman, speed and rap.
Take advantage, your average can't.
Too temples, imagine that.
BPM's of a Mack-10, of an automatic,
My amazing performance take it when you thought you had it.

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2: (Moka Only)
Got I bet you get warm.
I'm an storm.. Anything except the norm.
entering restricted regions,
Fit to be by my strict allegiance.
My team people be people,
We been since the beginning up to the Bad Dreams sequel.
Grab the green, I got the to thank.
I'm caffinated, all the way to the bank.
I'm fascinated how you to the fame,
We came, we saw, we conquered, the remain,
To be the that made 'em afraid of the game,
And laid 'em to rest, the recipe made us a name.
in your chest, I'm wired, I'm unable to rest.
Send top gun man, we disable the best,
From to burst and combust with no discussion.
Head rush, we trust, you get left nothin'!

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Caution!

4: (Madchild)
Quit and flossin', on shit.
this track, my mind's a mosh pit.
Blood drip from copper faucets.
Sick thoughts race my mind, I'm exhausted.
You hang loose, I'll ten.
Full of and adrenaline, a man among men.
Contaminate vacant brain with blinding migraines.
You'll find I'm not sane, you'll I'm not vain.
I reign terror, an unbearable character,
Comparable to experiments.
69 can't pass me, black Mustang,
bitch, I'm nasty!
I'm uncommon, and erotic.
Control speaks..
You it? You got it.
Not a lot of competition for a personality,
I ain't livin' in reality.