Luyện nghe bài hát 24 Shots

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

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

Two]
My pumping tracks hit you like gun shots fire
And jumping jacks wrapped one attack
This year, is just another in time

Another year time the joints in your spine
Until stressed
no credentials left
Just essential breath and the potential death
It's maggots and blindfolds, jackets and rifles
Caught up in the cycle of
when your life goes
I'm done with baffling a kid disses and I grab him then I'm gonna 'em
son you're ain't on my album
Spitting on your tits
They the shit
My pistol grip is like my fistal clique

3]
Not* since World War 2 has a slaughtered you
the impact of Necro's rap
It's morbid truth*, in
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 like a noose around the
My first radio coverage you to being bluging
And took you to the brain of a kid that was thugging
Now I've got loving
Who would have thought I be the greatest cat
Explaining the verbal
Now everyone's objective is directed finding a Necro record or a
freestyle where I wreck the

DIE!