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

(Necro)
Uh
Peep the killer
murder rap shit

it
The press, runs the tape the bloody mess
Documentations of the human race, can death
They'll reach in through TV speaker
They'll
A creature beat ya to death, if he can meet ya
Your executed when electrocuted
Who's responsible for a man that's dead
And smells
We murdered your 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 the hands of a crab
Jabbin your flab till you wrapped them and
you off a building
Killin off children
Drillin' holes in your till your spillin' the colours of a million
I'll your brains
I'll slit vains
The impact of a bat cracked your back
Is gettin hit by a train
I'll stick a fang in your bank
Then
My shangle
You the triangle
of an angle
I think my shit's too brutal for
I might be the only one digesting the dose
You won't a screw driver driven inside your throat
Choke on blood and saliva kaniver croaks

It's poetry in the of the big apple
And a found in few other places
But look beneath the surface of the
And you uncover a steamin sesspool of human emotion
Gun sour, a planet, nightmares
That reality
Witness the
Its poetry in the 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 slop meat and serve you to friends
We bad taste
Another brutal shootin
Turnin humans to
to crack slaves
And boobies lactate,
Squirtin mad milk, i never have
I have krills, have you fags killed
In front of mom and dads grill
Splatterin of them
With pieces of explodin head
Brain fragments stainin' red
I make you love the pain, it
We make 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
your throat with the broken bottle
Pieces of jagged glass stabbin' you through fuckin eyeballs
Have you swallowin screamin die whores
Kill your physical first, next minds lost
Leave you in the funeral home you make a corpse
Got you splattered across the walls with my tongs
Murder you execution style like a boss
Travel through and terminate you like a cyborg
My mentallity's grind