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

(Necro)
Uh
Peep the shit
Death murder rap

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 that'll beat ya to death, if he can meet ya
Your when your electrocuted
Who's responsible for a homeless man dead
And putrid
We your natural flesh after bein thrown in a river
You'll be frozen forever into a of death
A in the lab dead
Stabbed in the
Knives are like the hands of a
Jabbin your flab till you wrapped and bled
you off a building
Killin off children
Drillin' in your corpse till your spillin' the colours of a million
I'll split your
I'll your vains
The impact of a bat cracked your back
Is like gettin hit by a
I'll stick a in your blood bank
Then
My bangle
You the triangle
Piece of an
I my shit's too brutal for most
I might be the only one capable the dose
You won't survive a screw driver driven inside throat
Choke on and saliva another kaniver croaks

It's poetry in the streets of the big
And a vitality found in few places
But look the surface of the city
And you shall uncover a steamin sesspool of human
Gun sour, a planet, where
That become
the brutality
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 meat and serve you to your friends
We movin bad
Another brutal rampage
Turnin to ashtrays
Doobies to slaves
And boobies lactate,
Squirtin mad milk, i have guilt
I krills, i'll have you fags killed
In front of your mom and grill
Splatterin both of
With pieces of your explodin
Brain stainin' clothing red
I you love the pain, it hurts
We make for drug addicts, pieces of shit, that love the dirt
Its
I'm havin a rifle shot at you
We not the type smile at you
We the type that at you
Slit your throat with the bottle
Pieces of jagged glass stabbin' you through your eyeballs
Have you swallowin screamin die whores
your physical first, next your minds lost
Leave you in the funeral home you a fine corpse
Got you splattered across the with my nine tongs
Murder you execution like a crime boss
Travel through and terminate you like a cyborg
My grind core