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 records the bloody mess
Documentations of the race, can study death
They'll reach in your TV speaker
They'll
A that'll beat ya to death, if he can meet ya
Your when your electrocuted
Who's responsible for a man that's dead
And putrid
We murdered your flesh after bein thrown in a river
You'll be frozen forever a statue of death
A in the lab dead
Stabbed in the
Knives are like the hands of a
your flab till you wrapped them and bled
Throw you off a
Killin off your
Drillin' holes in your corpse till your spillin' the colours of a
I'll split your
slit your vains
The impact of a bat cracked across your
Is like hit by a train
stick a fang in your blood bank
Then
My shangle
You the triangle
Piece of an
I think my shit's too brutal for
I might be the one capable digesting the dose
You won't survive a screw driver driven inside throat
Choke on and saliva another kaniver croaks

It's in the streets of the big apple
And a vitality found in few other
But look the surface of the city
And you shall uncover a sesspool of human emotion
Gun sour, a planet, where
become reality
Witness the
Its in the streets of the big apple
You get
And grappled to the floor, white slaved up and
I spit on 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 rampage
Turnin to ashtrays
Doobies to crack
And that lactate,
Squirtin mad milk, i have guilt
I have krills, i'll have you fags
In of your mom and dads grill
Splatterin of them
With pieces of your head
Brain fragments stainin' 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 shot at you
We not the type that at you
We the type bite at you
Slit your throat with the bottle
Pieces of glass stabbin' you through your fuckin eyeballs
Have you swallowin cyanide screamin die
Kill your physical first, your minds lost
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 you like a cyborg
My mentallity's core