Luyện nghe bài hát Poetry in the Streets - The Ill Billy Boys

(Necro)
Uh
Peep the shit
Death rap shit

it
The press, runs the tape the bloody mess
Documentations of the human race, can study
They'll in through your TV speaker
feature
A creature that'll ya to death, if he can meet ya
Your executed when electrocuted
Who's responsible for a homeless man that's
And smells
We your natural flesh after bein thrown in a river
You'll be frozen into a statue of death
A in the lab dead
in the head
Knives are the hands of a crab
Jabbin your till you wrapped them and bled
you off a building
Killin off your
holes in your corpse till your spillin' the colours of a million
I'll split your
I'll your vains
The impact of a bat across your back
Is gettin hit by a train
I'll stick a fang in your blood
strangle
My bangle
You like the
of an angle
I my shit's too brutal for most
I might be the only one capable the dose
You won't survive a driver driven inside your throat
on blood and saliva another kaniver croaks

It's in the streets of the big apple
And a vitality found in few places
But look the surface of the city
And you shall uncover a steamin sesspool of emotion
Gun sour, a planet, nightmares
That become
Witness the
Its in the streets of the big apple
You get
And grappled to the floor, white up and shackled
I spit on your grave, piss in your mouth, and shit on face
Grind you into slop meat and you to your friends
We movin bad
Another brutal rampage
humans to ashtrays
Doobies to crack
And boobies lactate,
Squirtin mad milk, i never have
I krills, i'll have you fags killed
In front of your mom and dads
both of them
With pieces of your head
Brain fragments stainin' red
I make you love the pain, it
We make music for addicts, pieces of shit, that love the dirt
Its
I'm like a rifle shot at you
We not the type smile at you
We the that bite at you
your throat with the broken bottle
Pieces of jagged glass you through your fuckin eyeballs
Have you cyanide screamin die whores
Kill your physical first, next your minds
Leave you in the funeral home you a fine corpse
Got you splattered the walls with my nine tongs
Murder you execution style a crime boss
Travel through time and terminate you a cyborg
My mentallity's core