Luyện nghe bài hát Poetry In The Streets (Remix)

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

The press, runs the tape the bloody mess
documentations of the human race, can death
they'll reach in through TV speaker
feature
a creature that'll beat ya to death, if he can ya
your executed your electrocuted
responsible for a homeless man thats dead
and putrid
we murdered your flesh after bein thrown in a river
you'll be frozen forever into a statue of
a in the lab dead
in the head
knives are like the hands of a
jabbin your flab till you them and bled
throw you off a
killin off children
holes in your corpse till your spillin' the colour vermillion
i'll your brains
i'll slit veins
the impact of a bat cracked your back
is gettin hit by a train
stick a fang in your blood bank
then
my shangle
you like the
of an angle
I my shit's too brutal for most
I might be the one capable digesting the dose
you won't survive a screw driver inside your throat
choke on blood and another kaniver croaks

Remix!

It's in the streets of the big apple
and a vitality in few other places
but beneath the surface of the city
and you uncover a steamin sesspool 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 your grave, in your mouth, and shit on your face
grind you into slop meat and you to your friends
we movin bad
another brutal shootin
humans to ashtrays
doobies to crack
and that lactate,
squirtin mad milk, i have guilt
i have krills, have you fags killed
in of your mom and dads grill
both of them
with pieces of your head
brain fragments clothing red
i make you love the pain, it
we music for drug addicts, pieces of shit, that love the dirt
its
i'm like a rifle shot at you
we not the that smile at you
we the that bite at you
slit your throat with the 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 when my nine talks
murder you execution style like a boss
travel through and terminate you like a cyborg
my mentality's grind

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 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, slaved up and shackled

New Verse!

crews show care for the living
they'll stick with them but once is claimed
paramedics disregard for the victim
you respect 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 pick up the grim reaper the passenger
all taxi fear a robber might put a gun
in your ear and end your life 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 in you disagree you're lyin to urself in time everything living's history