Luyện nghe bài hát 24 Shots

[Verse
My shit's bile*
mild, you've got no style
I won't be impressed til your* by baliel
I make beats like resume
To stitch up wounds
Inside the room
They work urgently or you'll* permanently be in a tomb
You see in the soon
I'm taking this rap serious from the start
Make chest cut open with scalpel holding doctors working on your heart
fucking God
Lacerating to pieces *of
Like vultures ripping apart
You're chopped up and in cubes
My tracks pump like blood pumping iv tubes*
The human body gore who the created it?
Veins and brains are it's some* creative shit
organs
Melodies of
Over the ramming sword of sicknesses the world's all dissed
You rap like a
no life in you
I stick a knife in you
Right through your windpipe do

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

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

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

3]
Not* since World War 2 has a rapper you
With the impact of rap
It's truth*, in fact
Not* since the person is a poet created grim verbatim* like me which is making the industry
I've had a effect
My angle has strangled the underground a noose around the neck
My radio coverage introduced you to being bluging
And took you to the brain of a Brooklyn kid that was
Now I've got loving
Who would have thought I be the greatest cat
Explaining the verbal
Now everyone's is directed towards finding a Necro record or a
freestyle I wreck the respected

DIE!