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

(Necro)
Uh
Peep the shit
murder rap shit

it
The press, runs the tape the bloody mess
Documentations of the human race, can death
They'll reach in through your TV
feature
A creature that'll ya to death, if he can meet ya
Your executed your electrocuted
Who's for a homeless man that's dead
And smells
We murdered natural flesh after bein thrown in a river
You'll be frozen forever a statue of death
A grasshopper in the lab
Stabbed in the
Knives are like the of a crab
Jabbin your flab till you wrapped them and
Throw you off a
Killin off your
Drillin' holes in your corpse till your spillin' the of a million
I'll split your
I'll your vains
The impact of a bat across your back
Is like hit by a train
I'll a fang in your blood bank
strangle
My shangle
You like the
Piece of an
I think my too brutal for most
I be the only one capable digesting the dose
You won't survive a screw driver driven your throat
on blood and saliva another kaniver croaks

It's in the streets of the big apple
And a vitality in few other places
But look the surface of the city
And you shall uncover a steamin of human emotion
Gun sour, a planet, where
That reality
Witness the
Its poetry in the streets of the big
You get
And to the floor, white slaved up and shackled
I spit on your grave, piss in your mouth, and shit on face
Grind you into slop and serve you to your friends
We bad taste
Another brutal rampage
Turnin 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 both of
pieces of your explodin head
Brain stainin' clothing red
I make you the pain, it hurts
We make music for drug addicts, pieces of shit, that the dirt
Its
I'm like havin a rifle at you
We not the that smile at you
We the that bite at you
Slit your throat the broken bottle
Pieces of jagged glass stabbin' you your fuckin eyeballs
Have you swallowin cyanide screamin die
Kill your physical first, next your lost
Leave you in the home you make a fine corpse
Got you splattered across the walls with my tongs
Murder you execution like a crime boss
through time and terminate you like a cyborg
My mentallity's core