Luyện nghe bài hát Poetry In The Streets (Remix)

(Necro)
Poetry in the remix
brand new third
Necro and Ill

The press, the tape records the bloody mess
documentations of the human race, can death
they'll reach in through TV speaker
they'll
a that'll beat ya to death, if he can meet ya
executed when your electrocuted
who's responsible for a homeless man dead
and smells
we murdered your natural flesh after bein thrown in a
you'll be forever into a statue of death
a in the lab dead
stabbed in the
are like the hands of a crab
jabbin your flab till you wrapped and bled
throw you off a
killin off children
holes in your corpse till your spillin' the colour vermillion
i'll your brains
slit your veins
the impact of a bat cracked across your
is like gettin hit by a
i'll stick a fang in blood bank
strangle
my mangle
you like the
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 driver driven inside your throat
choke on blood and saliva another kaniver

Remix!

It's poetry in the of the big apple
and a found in few other places
but look beneath the surface of the
and you shall uncover a steamin sesspool of emotion

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

I spit on your grave, in your mouth, and shit on your face
grind you into meat and serve you to your friends
we bad taste
brutal shootin rampage
turnin to ashtrays
doobies to crack
and that lactate,
squirtin mad milk, i have guilt
i have krills, i'll you fags killed
in of your mom and dads grill
splatterin both of
with pieces of your head
brain stainin' clothing red
i make you love the pain, it
we make music for drug addicts, pieces of shit, love the dirt
its
i'm like a rifle shot at you
we not the that smile at you
we the type that at you
your throat with the broken bottle
pieces of jagged glass stabbin' you through your fuckin
have you swallowin screamin die whores
kill your physical first, next minds lost
leave you in the home you make a fine corpse
got you splattered across the when my nine talks
murder you execution style like a crime
travel through time and terminate you like a
my grind core

It's poetry in the of the big apple
and a vitality found in few places
but look beneath the of the city
and you shall uncover a steamin sesspool of emotion

Remix!

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

New Verse!

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