Luyện nghe bài hát Poetry In The Streets (Remix)

(Necro)
Poetry in the streets
new third verse
Necro and Ill

The press, runs the records the bloody mess
documentations of the human race, can study
reach in through your TV speaker
they'll
a creature beat ya to death, if he can meet ya
your executed your electrocuted
who's responsible for a homeless man dead
and smells
we murdered your natural flesh after thrown in a river
you'll be frozen into a statue of death
a grasshopper in the lab
stabbed in the
knives are like the of a crab
jabbin your flab till you wrapped them and
you off a building
killin off your
drillin' holes in corpse till your spillin' the colour vermillion
i'll split your
slit your veins
the impact of a bat across your back
is like hit by a train
i'll stick a fang in your blood
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 survive a screw driver driven inside your throat
choke on blood and saliva kaniver croaks

Remix!

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

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

I spit on your grave, piss in your mouth, and shit on your
grind you into slop meat and you to your friends
we bad taste
another brutal shootin
turnin humans to
doobies to slaves
and boobies lactate,
squirtin mad milk, i never guilt
i have krills, i'll have you fags
in front of your mom and grill
splatterin both of
with of your explodin head
brain fragments clothing red
i make you the pain, it hurts
we make music for addicts, pieces of shit, that love the dirt
its
i'm havin a rifle shot at you
we not the that smile at you
we the type that at you
slit your throat the broken bottle
pieces of jagged glass stabbin' you through your fuckin
have you swallowin cyanide die whores
kill your physical first, 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 time and terminate you like a cyborg
my mentality's core

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

Remix!

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

New Verse!

Rescue crews show care for the
they'll stick with them but once death is
paramedics show disregard for the
you command respect when alive but once you
die your to a bloody nusense a gruesome sight
to the eye driven a is a dangerous career
you might pick up the grim reaper the
all drivers fear a robber might put a gun
in your ear and end your life with the of
a finger it happens all year you goin into
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 urself in time everything living's history