Luyện nghe bài hát Circle of Tyrants

Yo, I'm like a dead
Crawling out the dirt, on some shit
Aiming for your neck to bite the flesh where the veins
My brains incorrect, you in a sec
My raps are crack in a decksotenic intellect
you, I got more for you
Gore for you, your flesh is sort of
You'll be begging someone to me off of you
When I'm stabbing you, I you a chance to leave
You'll only understand you bleed
no talking to you
Just a fork in you
Who the you talking to?
Im pure death in a flesh, I'll a coffin for you
My packing status, got you shook
A lot of crooks respect my rep
Step, kid I advise you not to
your head, or you'll turn up dead
Put you asleep inside a bed
Learn what I said
Im mushing peeps, and I'm squishing you deep
Beneath, with the deceased, in peace

[Mr.
I.. you with ninja crews
Contemplate what's in to do, negotiate with
it's his decision too
Hold a sword ghost dog
Leaving and gross gore
So disgusting that corpse is not allowed in most morgues
So and decrypted kid, the maggots rejected it
I dumped it in the sea and killed all life except for (What)
Walk the path, deviated by demons
While you faggot mother inegreated by semen
Lure you into my web check the the boys is red
Then for you to find you in the mortuary dead
Fill my clip with the lead put the to the head
After I ripped you up to shreds take a sip of what you bled
Don't ever try and cause I don't wanna talk
Ill the kind of sport the way you catch a tommahawk
Open up your skull, fall to the ground
Take a toke and sniff a pull now your to the sound

Thugs cry blood, supported by the and the guns
Y'all tempt me to flip, so when I empty the clip
It's awful how we decorate your coffin, me the clit
We celebrate with blood shakes that render me sick
Whatever ya fix, get fitted the milley of chrome
Rap Vinny Jones, I dissatach, snatch from the
And ate the witnesses
K-ed out on
nut, crush up my wheat germ
Chase it with
Guerilla biscuits, busting your windpipes splinters
Another thing that causes pain is the in the winter
Circle of tyrants, rocking the inverded iced-out
Blood from em, two in your
Get erased, out
Spikes out for dish rags, em on the hit like shit bags
You don't it fag
Your in the bubble covered, we'll shoot up fair
State bent, breathing rubber
So be
Lucifer's rising the invocation of my demon

[Ill
Splattered in blood, fathom my thoughts patterns drugs
Morbid visions cadavers ravaged by maggots and
Beetles crawling out of your sockets
Puss pouring out of your on top of dry vomit
Billions of body bags, drenched battle fields
Big butcher knives, you faggits
Get your fucking face erased your cabbage
Tangled and gored on top, of you're body hanging off the door
Spasm and splash your organs the floor
Its death.. when the hit the bullet proof vest
I took from the police..man after I blew off his
We of Satan serving Satan's sadists
God is an
You fucking idiots, your give brain to us
Save yourself, the altar of
We criminally insane, escape form
Sniffing up
Don't try it, its Ill Bill, the gourmet of violence
Donate my brain to science, insane asylums