Luyện nghe bài hát Muerte

[Ikon the
the eye of the storm
Rappers battle me for the glory
It gory
They shitty like suppositories, that's the end of the
Bury his in Missouri
Banish the apparatus of Gladys to
My territory, of pergatory
Stingy in winches of vicious, inflictions upon your click

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

[Jus
I inhale
Drunk off blood from dead and
The watchman, that kill us in this we locked in
Side Cobra Clutch, only can sober us
Wild 'cause we know there's no Jehovah watching 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 out the barriers
Jus don't make threats
Leave your necks clipped
Had you speakin' the manual
Seein' me is def not or done twice
I laugh as I cast the stones at Christ
Joint in ace bands, you move to and Satan
Mics spray then, bury flesh in
you
Inject you with the gunpowder
Indent forehead with hot lead
in the abode of the dead
Or in the Zions
Allah stay chasin' like wild lions.
Unchained tearin' flesh we unfed
through, like birds we takin' your daily bread

[Excerpt from "Greater Love" by Owen]