Luyện nghe bài hát Heavy Metal Kings

[Vinnie Paz/Louie
I murder you and
I'm Sanders slashing through the path
you a assistant, I'm sawin' you in half
you a heathan that rely on the
I'm a demon at the fire crucifyin' the
I over beats
a beast on the mic
I'm a lion out the jungle, raw what I like
I bleed in a fight, like the taste of his blood
and open up your stomach like the case of a slug
I'm to drugs, puttin' metal plates in your mug
dump your body in the motherfuckin' in a rug
face in the mud, create the facade
that my have exterminated faith in they god
patience is hard, cousin, but it pays to be
go to war for anybody who embraces
I'm gracious and warm, for the place in the war
and I'm ready to smash your face in the floor

we got that gangster shit
we got murder murder shit
you talk gangster gangster shit
we live that murder shit

Bill]
without order nothing exists, without chaos evolves
now get on knees so I can stick this gun in your mouth
I'm a slayer album personified, Holocaust,
Middle Passage, Israel versus
It's the cult leader your Kool-Aid
roll with the that produce AIDS
I my mouth, I shoot flames
the fighter that got the whole world terrified
Ill Bill, manifestation of genocide
stand amongst winning grimy nose candy sniffers
the black metal at you like Danny Lilker
it's impossible to my matrix of hate
make a good girl a cum dumpster sayin' don't wait
set the razors to AKs and turn razors to
turn blood into wine an insatiable taste
from the goblet of gore, vomitting porn
Sodom and Gomorrah to Canarsie New York

[Vinnie Dogs]
you don't about the gospel of Judas
the information found in the Galapagos Ruins
how the warriors would sharpen blades
how if they wanted to they could cure you of AIDS
we the equivalent of and ice
the equivalent of a who die for his rights
I'm lyin' to Christ, put your fuckin' spine in a
I'm like Trump in the Apprentice, fire at night
I'm dyin' to fight, slap you and put ten in you
Louie Dogs, a fuckin' genocide
so I say the CIA and they plan
get me outta here I'd rather stay in Iran
run up on you with grenades in my hand
if you fuckin' with Bill or try to hate on my fam
it's the dichotomy of in man
if you ever think of tryin' to play me then blam
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