Luyện nghe bài hát Circle of Tyrants

Yo, I'm like a corpse
Crawling out the dirt, on zombie shit
Aiming for neck to bite the flesh where the veins connect
My incorrect, traumatize you in a sec
My raps are like crack in a intellect
Slaughters you, I got for you
Gore for you, your flesh is sort of
be begging someone to pull me off of you
When I'm stabbing you, I offered you a to leave
You'll only understand you bleed
There's no 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 knife status, got you shook
A lot of crooks will my rep
Step, kid I you not to look
your head, or you'll turn up dead
Put you asleep inside a bed
from what I said
Im mushing your peeps, and I'm squishing you
Beneath, with the deceased, in peace

[Mr.
I.. injure you with ninja
what's in to do, negotiate with Satan
Cause his decision too
Hold a sword ghost dog
Leaving and gross gore
So that your corpse is not allowed in most morgues
So and decrypted kid, the maggots rejected it
I dumped it in the sea and killed all except for squid (What)
Walk the wrong path, deviated by
While you mother fuckers inegreated by semen
Lure you into my web check the the boys is red
Then look for you to find you in the mortuary
Fill my clip with the put the biscuit to the head
After I ripped you up to shreds I'll take a sip of 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, fragmets to the ground
Take a toke and sniff a now your drawn to the sound

Thugs cry blood, by the hemp and the guns
Y'all tempt me to flip, so morbid when I empty the
It's awful how we your coffin, send me the clit
We celebrate with blood shakes that render me sick
Whatever ya fix, get fitted with the milley of
Rap Vinny Jones, I dissatach, snatch from the
And ate the witnesses
out on medicine
Health nut, crush up my wheat
it with heroine
Guerilla biscuits, busting windpipes into splinters
Another thing that causes pain is the frost in the
Circle of tyrants, rocking the crossed iced-out
Blood from em, two in face
Get erased, out
Spikes out for dish rags, keep em on the hit shit bags
You want it fag
Your in the bubble covered, we'll shoot up fair
bent, like breathing rubber
So be
Lucifer's rising the invocation of my demon

[Ill
in blood, fathom my thoughts patterns with drugs
Morbid cadavers ravaged by maggots and bugs
Beetles out of your eyes sockets
pouring out of your mouth on top of dry vomit
Billions of bags, blood drenched battle fields
Big butcher knives, you fucking
Get fucking face erased from your cabbage
Tangled and gored on top, half of you're hanging off the door
Spasm and your organs across the floor
Its death.. when the slug hit the bullet vest
I from the police..man after I blew off his head
We knights of Satan Satan's sadists
God is an
You idiots, your bitches give brain to us
Save yourself, the of sacrifice
We criminally insane, escape form
Sniffing up
Don't even try it, its Ill Bill, the gourmet of
Donate my brain to science, vacationing asylums