Luyện nghe bài hát 24 Shots

[Verse
My straight bile*
mild, you've got no style
I won't be til your* possessed by baliel
I make beats like surgeons
To up your wounds
Inside the room
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
Make your chest cut open scalpel holding doctors working on your heart
fucking God
Lacerating to *of lard
Like vultures ripping Jesus
You're chopped up and divided in
My tracks pump like pumping through iv tubes*
The human body gore who the created it?
Veins and brains are it's some* creative shit
organs
Melodies of
the ramming sword of sicknesses the world's all been dissed
You rap a cadaver
There's no in you
I stick a knife in you
through your windpipe will do

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

[Verse
My pumping tracks hit you like gun shots crackers
And jumping jacks wrapped one attack
year, is just another point in time

Another year devourers the joints in your spine
you're stressed
With no left
Just your essential and the potential death
It's maggots and blindfolds, winter and rifles
Caught up in the cycle of
It's your life goes
I'm done baffling 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
They shift the
My pistol grip is sadistic like my fistal

3]
Not* World War 2 has a rapper slaughtered you
the impact of Necro's rap
It's truth*, in fact
Not* since the person is a created grim verbatim* like me which is making the industry cringe*
I've had a profound*
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 kid that was thugging
Now I've got loving
Who would thought I be considered the greatest cat
the verbal onslaught*
Now objective is directed towards finding a Necro record or a
where I wreck the respected

DIE!