Luyện nghe bài hát Poetry In The Streets (Remix)

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

The press, the tape records the bloody mess
documentations of the human race, can death
they'll reach in your TV speaker
they'll
a creature beat ya to death, if he can meet ya
executed when your electrocuted
who's responsible for a man thats dead
and putrid
we murdered natural flesh 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 like the hands of a
your flab till you wrapped them and bled
throw you off a
off your children
drillin' holes in your corpse till your the colour vermillion
i'll split your
i'll slit veins
the impact of a bat across your back
is gettin hit by a train
stick a fang in your blood bank
then
my mangle
you like the
piece of an
I think my shit's too brutal for
I might be the only one capable the dose
you won't a screw driver driven inside your throat
choke on blood and saliva kaniver croaks

Remix!

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 uncover a steamin sesspool of human

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

I spit on grave, piss in your mouth, and shit on your face
you into slop meat and serve you to your friends
we movin bad
brutal shootin rampage
turnin humans to
doobies to crack
and that lactate,
mad milk, i never have guilt
i krills, i'll have you fags killed
in front of mom and dads grill
both of them
with pieces of your explodin
brain stainin' clothing red
i you love the pain, it hurts
we music for drug addicts, pieces 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 throat with the broken bottle
pieces of jagged glass stabbin' you through your fuckin
have you cyanide screamin die whores
your physical first, next 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 like a crime
travel through time and you like a cyborg
my grind core

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 steamin of human 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 slaved up and

New Verse!

Rescue crews show care for the
they'll stick with them but death is claimed
show disregard for the victim
you command respect when your but once you
die reduced 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 taxi drivers fear a might put a gun
in your ear and end life with the twitch of
a finger it happens all year you goin into
arrest the fire men are 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