Luyện nghe bài hát Muerte

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

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

[Jus
I toxins
Drunk off blood from dead and
The watchman, kill us in this maze we locked in
Side Cobra Clutch, truth can sober us
Wild 'cause we know there's no watching over us
10 percent that's controlling us
Try to take our souls from us, while the patrolling us
Caged in we break barriers, change to new
the pits and chariots out the barriers
Jus Allah don't make
Leave your fuckin' clipped
Had you the manual alphabet
Seein' me is def not repeated or done
I laugh as I the first stones at Christ
Joint in ace bands, you move to and Satan
Mics then, bury flesh in wasteland
you
Inject you with the pegs
Indent your with hot lead
in the abode of the dead
Or in the Zions
Allah chasin' dough like wild lions.
tearin' your flesh we unfed
Flyin' through, like we takin' your daily bread

from "Greater Love" by Wilfred Owen]