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

(Necro)
Uh
Peep the killer
Death rap shit

it
The press, runs the tape the bloody mess
Documentations of the race, can study death
They'll reach in your TV speaker
They'll
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 flesh after bein in a river
You'll be forever into a statue of death
A in the lab dead
Stabbed in the
are like the hands of a crab
Jabbin your till you wrapped them and bled
you off a building
Killin off your
Drillin' holes in your till your spillin' the colours of a million
I'll your brains
slit your vains
The impact of a bat cracked across your
Is like hit by a train
I'll stick a in your blood bank
Then
My shangle
You like the
of an angle
I my shit's too brutal for most
I be the only one capable digesting the dose
You won't survive a screw driver inside your throat
Choke on blood and saliva kaniver croaks

It's poetry in the of the big apple
And a vitality in few other places
But look the surface of the city
And you shall a steamin sesspool of human emotion
Gun sour, a planet, where
That reality
the brutality
Its poetry in the 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 slop meat and serve you to your friends
We movin bad
Another shootin rampage
Turnin to ashtrays
Doobies to crack
And boobies lactate,
Squirtin mad milk, i never guilt
I have krills, have you fags killed
In of your mom and dads grill
both of them
With of your explodin head
fragments stainin' clothing red
I make you the pain, it hurts
We make for drug addicts, pieces of shit, that love the dirt
Its
I'm like a rifle shot at you
We not the type that at you
We the type that at you
Slit your throat with the bottle
Pieces of jagged glass stabbin' you through your fuckin
Have you cyanide screamin die whores
Kill your physical first, next your minds
Leave you in the funeral you make a fine corpse
Got you across the walls with my nine tongs
Murder you execution style a crime boss
through time and terminate you like a cyborg
My mentallity's grind