Luyện nghe bài hát Poetry in the Streets

(Necro)
Uh
Peep the shit
Death murder rap

it

The press to tape-record the bloody mess
Documentation so the human can study death
They'll reach you through TV speaker
They'll feature a creature that will beat you to death if he meet you
executed when you're electrocuted
Who's responsible for a man that's dead and smells putrid
We murdered your natural flesh after being thrown in a
You will be frozen into a statue of death
A in the lab dead
Stabbed in the
are like the hands of a crab
Jabbing your till you wrapped them and bled
Throw you off a
off your children
Drilling' in your corpse till you're spilling the color vermilion
We'll split brains
I'll your vein
The impact of a bat cracked across your back is like hit by a train
I'll stick a fang in your blood
Then strangle my shangle bangle you like the triangle of bangle
I think my shit's too for most
I be the only one capable of digesting the dose
You won't a screwdriver driven inside your throat
on blood and saliva another conniver croaks

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

I spit on grave, piss in your mouth, and shit on your face
Grind you into slop meat and serve you to your
moving bad taste
Another brutal rampage
Turning to ashtrays
Groupies to crack
And boobies lactate,
Squirting mad milk, I have guilt
I have krill's, I'll have you fags
In front of your mom and your grill
Splattering both of
With pieces of your head
Brain staining' clothing red
I make you the pain, it hurts
We make music for drug addict pieces of shit that love the
psychological
I'm like having a rifle at you
We're not the that smile at you
We're the type to you
your throat with a broken bottle
Pieces of jagged glass stabbing' you through fucking eyeballs
Have you swallowing cyanide die whores
Watch it kill physical first, next your minds lost
Leave you in the home you make a fine corpse
Got you across the walls when my nine talks!
you execution style like a crime boss
Travel through and terminate you like a cyborg
My mentality's core