Luyện nghe bài hát Muerte

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

Causing spasms
Rip through your motherfucking temple like
Hologram has 'em and through the holy arches
Left you in the forest with your carcass in the
is upon us
We like Adrian Adonis
Swarm on the warm blood like pirahnas
Bombers, no contender is parallel
When I'm on paper, devestate 'em 7L
So where I dwell, 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, making weapons out of thorax

[Jus
I toxins
Drunk off blood dead cops and
The watchman, kill us in this maze we locked in
Side Cobra Clutch, only can sober us
Wild we know there's no Jehovah watching over us
10 percent that's controlling us
Try to take our souls from us, while the state us
in we break barriers, change to new areas
Dodgin' the pits and chariots out the
Jus Allah make threats
Leave your necks 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 Graceland and
Mics spray then, bury flesh in
you
Inject you the gunpowder pegs
Indent forehead with hot lead
Whether in the abode of the
Or in the Zions
stay chasin' dough like wild lions.
Unchained tearin' flesh we unfed
through, like birds we takin' your daily bread

[Excerpt "Greater Love" by Wilfred Owen]