Luyện nghe bài hát Circle of Tyrants

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

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

Thugs cry blood, supported by the hemp and the
Y'all me to flip, so morbid when I empty the clip
It's awful how we decorate coffin, send me the clit
We with Henney blood shakes that render me sick
Whatever ya fix, get fitted the milley of chrome
Rap Vinny Jones, I dissatach, from the bone
And ate the last
out on medicine
Health nut, crush up my germ
it with heroine
Guerilla biscuits, your windpipes into splinters
thing that causes pain is the frost in the winter
Circle of tyrants, rocking the inverded iced-out
from em, two in your face
Get erased, out
Spikes out for dish rags, keep em on the hit like bags
You don't it fag
Your in the bubble covered, we'll shoot up fair
State bent, like rubber
So be
Lucifer's rising the invocation of my demon

[Ill
Splattered in blood, my thoughts patterns with drugs
visions cadavers ravaged by maggots and bugs
Beetles out of your eyes sockets
Puss pouring out of your on top of dry vomit
Billions of bags, blood drenched battle fields
Big butcher knives, you faggits
Get your fucking face from your cabbage
Tangled and gored on top, half of you're hanging off the door
Spasm and splash your organs across the
Its death.. when the slug hit the bullet vest
I took the police..man after I blew off his head
We of Satan serving Satan's sadists
God is an
You fucking idiots, bitches give brain to us
yourself, the altar of sacrifice
We criminally insane, form Bellview
Sniffing up
even try it, its Ill Bill, the gourmet of violence
Donate my to science, vacationing insane asylums