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 resume
To up your wounds
the emergency room
They must work or you'll* permanently be in a tomb
You see in the clergy
I'm taking this rap game from the start
Make your cut open with scalpel holding doctors working on your heart
Playing God
to pieces *of lard
Like vultures ripping apart
chopped up and divided in cubes
My tracks like blood pumping through iv tubes*
The body gore who the fuck created it?
Veins and brains are insane some* creative shit
Satanic
of morbidness
Over the ramming sword of sicknesses the all been dissed
You rap a cadaver
no life in you
I should a knife in you
Right through windpipe will do

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

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

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

3]
Not* since World War 2 has a slaughtered you
With the of Necro's rap
morbid truth*, in fact
Not* since the person is a poet created grim like me which is making the industry cringe*
I've had a profound*
My angle has strangled the underground like a noose the neck
My first radio coverage introduced you to 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
the verbal onslaught*
Now everyone's objective is directed towards finding a Necro or a
freestyle I wreck the respected

DIE!