Luyện nghe bài hát Muerte

[Ikon the
the eye of the storm
Rappers just me for the glory
It gets
They shitty suppositories, that's the end of the story
Bury his body in
Banish the apparatus of to crematories
My territory, of pergatory
Stingy in winches of vicious, malicious inflictions upon click

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

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

[Excerpt "Greater Love" by Wilfred Owen]