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, perimeter of
Stingy in winches of vicious, malicious inflictions upon your

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

[Jus
I inhale
off blood from dead cops and
The watchman, that kill us in this we locked in
Side Clutch, only truth can sober us
Wild 'cause we there's no Jehovah watching over us
Only 10 percent that's us
Try to take our souls us, while the state patrolling us
in we break barriers, change to new areas
Dodgin' the pits and chariots out the
Jus Allah don't make
Leave your fuckin' clipped
Had you speakin' the manual
Seein' me is def not repeated or done
I as I cast the first stones at Christ
Joint in ace bands, you move to Graceland and
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 stay chasin' dough like lions.
Unchained tearin' your flesh we
Flyin' through, like birds we takin' your bread

[Excerpt from "Greater Love" by Wilfred