Luyện nghe bài hát Street Terrorism

Sick footage of the streets in
Raw action flood the
My team walks through the
And in the light of a terrorist dream
We watch the unfold
And all of oyu to the floor, cold war
alert if heard
By anybody a fuck if you're hurt
We die, bring
And break schemes of the fleet
missions are guarranteed
If done in the style of the
(Jacken)
We are the
Inflatrate your zone silently, but
Get our point hit you vitally, quietly
Entering your key structure we casually
the ball in time tragedy
15 minute time limit 'til its
Will it blow up the Killing everybody in it
Get it, hit it direct, the object's to break
Inflicit damega like so they feel it
Fear it, in this era more ever
'Cause we even reflections in the mirror
Like third world soldiers don't 'til we fold ya
Rotate liek folders can't hold us or trace us
Through composite sketches faceless
And we
You can expect tasteless raw footage
See through the of a missionary
Acting out of the visionary

Carry out the plans we command,
ceaase to exist
Lost troops assist and miss
We come through, street terrorist
(Duke)
Strapped with the hit and run
all the flags on the map and pull back
Act like ass tank
And all the cars in your way that claim crash
Flash weapons, soldier
care of the gun that I sold ya
Here's the orders, street
Run through the as noe with no border
No mre on the wall
Follow the line, walk the hall
No sherriff busting my balls
If we all make sure the law dogs
(Jacken)
When you at it defensively
Theye're striknig us with intensity
Mentaly physically killing me
me with narcotics
Flooding my blocks with this
You bought it soon and now its
all plotted terrorism and we got it
Tail and gun in we shot it
Silently sensor us
Physically treachor us
Venomus our minds like public cinemas
Unnoticed they desensitize infiltrating through eyes
In disguise over televised glamourized
What we wise here saturated
Get your mind now you think patternized
city endless guns for the grity
Give me one come see me mimic nitty
Steady in this land we play deadly
Games soundtrack by misery daily

Carry out the plans we command,
ceaase to exist
Lost troops and don't miss
We come through, street terrorist