Luyện nghe bài hát 24 Shots

[Verse
My straight bile*
You're mild, got no style
I won't be impressed til your* by baliel
I make like surgeons resume
To up your wounds
Inside the emergency
They must work or you'll* permanently be in a tomb
You see in the clergy
I'm taking this rap game serious from the
your chest cut open with scalpel holding doctors working on your heart
Playing God
Lacerating to *of lard
Like ripping Jesus apart
You're up and divided in cubes
My tracks pump like blood pumping through iv
The human body gore who the fuck 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
There's no in you
I should a knife in you
Right your windpipe will do

2x]
24 shots in head
I you're dead but I want to make 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

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

Another year time devourers the joints in your
Until stressed
With no credentials
your essential breath and the potential death
It's maggots and blindfolds, winter and rifles
up in the cycle of psychos
It's your life goes
I'm done with a kid disses and I grab him then I'm gonna stab 'em
son you're ain't fronting on my
Spitting on bitches tits
shift the shit
My pistol grip is like my fistal clique

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

DIE!