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

(Necro)
Uh
Peep the killer
Death murder rap

it
The press, runs the tape records the bloody
Documentations of the race, can study death
They'll reach in through 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 putrid
We murdered your natural after bein thrown in a river
be frozen forever into a statue of death
A in the lab dead
Stabbed in the
Knives are like the hands of a
Jabbin your till you wrapped them and bled
Throw you off a
Killin off your
Drillin' holes in your corpse till your the colours of a million
split your brains
I'll your vains
The impact of a bat across your back
Is like hit by a train
I'll stick a in your blood bank
strangle
My bangle
You the triangle
of an angle
I think my shit's too for most
I might be the only one digesting the dose
You won't survive a screw driver driven inside your
Choke on blood and saliva another kaniver

It's poetry in the streets of the big
And a vitality found in few other
But look beneath the of the city
And you shall uncover a steamin sesspool of emotion
Gun sour, a planet, where
That reality
Witness the
Its in the streets of the big apple
You get
And grappled to the floor, white up and shackled
I on your grave, piss in your mouth, and shit on your face
Grind you into meat and serve you to your friends
We bad taste
Another brutal shootin
humans to ashtrays
Doobies to slaves
And that lactate,
Squirtin mad milk, i never guilt
I have krills, i'll have you killed
In front of your mom and grill
Splatterin of them
pieces of your explodin head
Brain stainin' clothing red
I make you love the pain, it
We make music for drug addicts, pieces of shit, that love the
Its
I'm like a rifle shot at you
We not the type that at you
We the type bite at you
Slit throat with the broken bottle
of jagged glass stabbin' you through your fuckin eyeballs
Have you swallowin screamin die whores
Kill your physical first, your minds lost
Leave you in the funeral home you make a fine
Got you splattered across the with my nine tongs
Murder you execution style like a boss
through time and terminate you like a cyborg
My mentallity's core