Luyện nghe bài hát Poetry In The Streets (Remix)

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Poetry in the remix
brand new third
and Ill Bill

The press, runs the tape records the bloody
documentations of the human race, can study
they'll in through your TV speaker
feature
a that'll beat ya to death, if he can meet ya
your when your electrocuted
who's for a homeless man thats dead
and putrid
we murdered your natural after bein thrown in a river
you'll be frozen forever into a statue of
a in the lab dead
stabbed in the
knives are the hands of a crab
jabbin your flab till you wrapped and bled
you off a building
killin off children
drillin' holes in your corpse your spillin' the colour vermillion
i'll split brains
i'll slit your
the of a bat cracked across your back
is like hit by a train
i'll a fang in your blood bank
strangle
my mangle
you the triangle
of an angle
I think my shit's too for most
I might be the one capable digesting the dose
you won't survive a driver driven inside your throat
choke on blood and saliva kaniver croaks

Remix!

It's poetry in the streets of the big
and a vitality in few other places
but look the surface of the city
and you shall uncover a steamin sesspool of human

gun sour, a planet, nightmares
that become
the brutality
its in the streets of the big apple
you get
and to the floor, white slaved up and shackled

I spit on your grave, piss in your mouth, and shit on face
grind you into slop and serve you to your friends
we movin bad
another shootin rampage
turnin to ashtrays
to crack slaves
and boobies lactate,
mad milk, i never have guilt
i krills, i'll have you fags killed
in front of mom and dads grill
splatterin of them
with pieces of your explodin
brain stainin' clothing red
i you love the pain, it hurts
we make music for drug addicts, of shit, that love the dirt
its
i'm like havin a rifle at you
we not the that smile at you
we the type that at you
slit your throat with the broken
pieces of jagged glass stabbin' you through your eyeballs
have you swallowin cyanide screamin die
kill your physical first, next your minds
leave you in the funeral home you make a fine
got you splattered across the walls when my talks
murder you execution style like a crime
travel time and terminate you like a cyborg
my mentality's grind

It's poetry in the of the big apple
and a vitality in few other places
but look the surface of the city
and you shall a steamin sesspool of human emotion

Remix!

gun sour, a planet, where
become reality
witness the
its poetry in the of the big apple
you get
and grappled to the floor, slaved up and shackled

New Verse!

crews show care for the living
they'll stick with them but once is claimed
paramedics show disregard for the
you command respect when alive but once you
die your reduced to a bloody nusense a gruesome
to the eye driven a is a dangerous career
you pick up the grim reaper the passenger
all taxi drivers fear a robber put a gun
in your ear and end your life with the of
a finger it happens all year you into respiratory
arrest the fire men are pumpin your chest and hope in your breath no ones immune to dyin' in you disagree you're lyin to urself in time everything living's history