Luyện nghe bài hát Poetry In The Streets (Remix)

(Necro)
Poetry in the streets
brand new verse
and Ill Bill

The press, runs the tape the bloody mess
documentations of the human race, can death
they'll reach in through your TV
they'll
a creature 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 of death
a grasshopper in the lab
stabbed in the
knives are the hands of a crab
your flab till you wrapped them and bled
throw you off a
killin off your
drillin' holes in your corpse your spillin' the colour vermillion
i'll split brains
i'll slit veins
the impact of a bat across your back
is like gettin hit by a
i'll stick a fang in blood bank
then
my mangle
you the triangle
piece of an
I think my shit's too for most
I might be the one capable digesting the dose
you won't survive a screw driver driven inside throat
on blood and saliva another kaniver croaks

Remix!

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

gun sour, a planet, where
that reality
the brutality
its in the streets of the big apple
you get
and grappled to the floor, 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
we movin bad
another brutal shootin
turnin humans to
doobies to crack
and that lactate,
squirtin mad milk, i never guilt
i krills, i'll have you fags killed
in front of your mom and grill
splatterin both of
with of your explodin head
fragments stainin' clothing red
i make you love the pain, it
we make music for drug addicts, of shit, that love the dirt
its
i'm like havin a rifle at you
we not the type smile at you
we the that bite at you
slit throat with the broken bottle
pieces of jagged glass stabbin' you through your fuckin
have you swallowin screamin die whores
kill your first, next your minds lost
you in the funeral home you make a fine corpse
got you splattered across the walls when my nine
you execution style like a crime boss
travel through time and terminate you a cyborg
my mentality's core

It's poetry in the of the big apple
and a vitality found in few other
but beneath the surface of the city
and you shall uncover a sesspool of human emotion

Remix!

gun sour, a planet, nightmares
that become
witness the
its poetry in the streets of the big
you get
and grappled to the floor, white slaved up and

New Verse!

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