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 records the bloody mess
Documentations of the human race, can death
reach in through your TV speaker
They'll
A creature that'll ya to death, if he can meet ya
executed when your electrocuted
Who's for a homeless man that's dead
And putrid
We your natural flesh 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 of a crab
your flab till you wrapped them and bled
Throw you off a
off your children
Drillin' holes in your corpse your spillin' the colours of a million
I'll your brains
I'll slit vains
The of a bat cracked across your back
Is like gettin hit by a
I'll stick a in your blood bank
strangle
My shangle
You the triangle
of an angle
I my shit's too brutal for most
I might be the one capable digesting the dose
You won't survive a screw driver driven inside throat
Choke on blood and saliva another croaks

It's in the streets of the big apple
And a vitality found in few other
But look beneath the of the city
And you shall uncover a steamin of human emotion
Gun sour, a planet, where
That become
the brutality
Its poetry in the of the big apple
You get
And to the floor, white slaved up and shackled
I spit on your grave, in your mouth, and shit on your face
Grind you into slop and serve you to your friends
We bad taste
Another brutal shootin
Turnin humans to
Doobies to crack
And that lactate,
mad milk, i never have guilt
I have krills, i'll you fags killed
In of your mom and dads grill
both of them
With pieces of your head
Brain fragments clothing red
I make you love the pain, it
We make music for drug addicts, pieces of shit, love the dirt
Its
I'm like havin a rifle at you
We not the type smile at you
We the type bite at you
your throat with the broken bottle
Pieces of jagged glass stabbin' you through your fuckin
Have you swallowin cyanide screamin die
Kill your physical first, next minds lost
Leave you in the funeral home you make a corpse
Got you across the walls with my nine tongs
you execution style like a crime boss
Travel time and terminate you like a cyborg
My mentallity's core