Luyện nghe bài hát Poetry in the Streets

(Necro)
Uh
Peep the shit
Death rap shit

it

The press runs to tape-record the mess
Documentation so the human race can study
They'll reach you through TV speaker
They'll feature a creature that will you to death if he could meet you
You're executed you're electrocuted
Who's responsible for a homeless man that's and smells putrid
We murdered your natural flesh being thrown in a river
You will be forever into a statue of death
A grasshopper in the lab
in the head
Knives are like the hands of a
Jabbing your till you wrapped them and bled
you off a building
Killing off children
Drilling' holes in your corpse till you're spilling the color
We'll split your
I'll slit vein
The of a bat cracked across your back is like getting hit by a train
I'll a fang in your blood bank
Then strangle my shangle bangle you like the piece of bangle
I think my shit's too brutal for
I might be the only one of digesting the dose
You won't survive a screwdriver driven inside throat
Choke on blood and another conniver croaks

It's in the streets of the big apple
And a vitality found in few other
But look the surface of the city
And you shall uncover a seething cesspool of human
sour
A planet with nightmares that reality
Witness the
There's poetry in the streets of the big
You get
And grappled to the floor, slaved up and shackled

I on your grave, piss in your mouth, and shit on your face
Grind you into meat and serve you to your friends
We're moving bad
Another brutal shooting
Turning humans to
to crack slaves
And that lactate,
mad milk, I never have guilt
I have krill's, I'll you fags killed
In front of your mom and your grill
both of them
With pieces of your head
Brain fragments clothing red
I you love the pain, it hurts
We make music for drug addict pieces of shit that the dirt
psychological
I'm like having a rifle at you
We're not the type that at you
the type to body you
Slit your throat with a bottle
Pieces of jagged glass stabbing' you through fucking eyeballs
Have you swallowing cyanide screaming die
Watch it kill physical first, next your minds lost
Leave you in the home you make a fine corpse
Got you splattered across the walls my nine talks!
Murder you execution style a crime boss
Travel through time and terminate you a cyborg
My mentality's grind