Luyện nghe bài hát Muerte

[Ikon the
Enter the eye of the
Rappers battle me for the glory
It gets
shitty like suppositories, that's the end of the story
Bury his in Missouri
Banish the apparatus of to crematories
My territory, perimeter of
Stingy in winches of vicious, malicious inflictions upon click

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

[Jus
I inhale
off blood from dead cops and
The watchman, that kill us in maze we locked in
Side Clutch, only truth can sober us
Wild 'cause we know no Jehovah watching over us
10 percent that's controlling us
Try to take our souls from us, while the state us
Caged in we barriers, change to new areas
the pits and chariots out the barriers
Jus Allah make threats
Leave your fuckin' clipped
Had you speakin' the manual
Seein' me is def not repeated or twice
I laugh as I cast the first stones at
Joint in ace bands, you move to Graceland and
Mics spray then, bury flesh in
you
Inject you with the gunpowder
your forehead with hot lead
Whether in the of the dead
Or in the Zions
Allah chasin' dough like wild lions.
Unchained tearin' your we unfed
through, like birds we takin' your daily bread

[Excerpt from "Greater Love" by Owen]