Luyện nghe bài hát Muerte

[Ikon the
Enter the eye of the
Rappers battle me for the glory
It gory
They shitty like suppositories, the end of the story
his body in Missouri
Banish the apparatus of to crematories
My territory, of pergatory
Stingy in winches of vicious, malicious inflictions your click

Causing spasms
Rip your motherfucking temple like Phantasm
Hologram has 'em and through the holy arches
Left you in the forest with your in the harness
Death is us
We slam like Adrian
Swarm on the warm blood like malicious
Islamic Bombers, no contender is
When I'm on paper, devestate 'em 7L
So where I dwell, without rattles the league
you in a vessel with severe battle fatigue
Before you I insist you listen to more raps
Before I saw cats, making weapons out of your

[Jus
I inhale
Drunk off blood dead cops and
The watchman, that kill us in this maze we in
Side Clutch, only truth can sober us
Wild we know there's no Jehovah watching over us
Only 10 percent controlling us
Try to take our souls from us, while the patrolling us
Caged in we barriers, change to new areas
Dodgin' the pits and chariots out the
Jus Allah don't make
Leave your necks clipped
Had you speakin' the alphabet
Seein' me is def not repeated or done
I laugh as I cast the stones at Christ
Joint in ace bands, you to Graceland and Satan
Mics spray then, flesh in wasteland
you
Inject you with the pegs
your forehead with hot lead
Whether in the of the dead
Or resting in the
Allah stay dough like wild lions.
Unchained tearin' your we unfed
Flyin' through, like birds we takin' your daily

[Excerpt "Greater Love" by Wilfred Owen]