Luyện nghe bài hát 24 Shots

[Verse
My straight bile*
You're mild, got no style
I be impressed til your* possessed by baliel
I make beats like surgeons
To up your wounds
Inside the emergency
They must work urgently or you'll* permanently be in a
You see in the clergy
I'm taking rap game serious from the start
Make your chest cut open with scalpel holding doctors working on your
Playing God
Lacerating to pieces *of
Like vultures Jesus apart
You're chopped up and divided in
My tracks pump like blood through iv tubes*
The body gore who the fuck created it?
Veins and are insane it's some* creative shit
organs
Melodies of
Over the ramming of sicknesses the world's all been dissed
You rap like a
There's no in you
I should a knife in you
Right through your windpipe do

2x]
24 shots in your
I you're dead but I want to make sure you're dead
So I pump 4 more in head
the Beretta you're dead but I want to make sure you're deader

[Verse
My pumping tracks hit you like gun fire crackers
And jumping jacks wrapped into one
This year, is another point in time

Another time devourers the joints in your spine
Until you're
With no left
Just your essential and the potential death
It's maggots and blindfolds, winter and rifles
Caught up in the of psychos
It's when your goes
I'm done with baffling a kid disses and I him then I'm gonna stab 'em
son ain't fronting on my album
on your bitches tits
They the shit
My grip is sadistic like my fistal clique

3]
Not* since War 2 has a rapper slaughtered you
With the impact of rap
morbid truth*, in fact
Not* since the person is a poet created grim verbatim* like me which is the industry cringe*
had a profound* effect
My angle has strangled the underground a noose around the neck
My first radio coverage you to being bluging
And took you to the brain of a Brooklyn kid was thugging
Now got hundreds loving
Who would have I be considered the greatest cat
Explaining the verbal
Now everyone's objective is directed towards finding a Necro or a
where I wreck the respected

DIE!