Luyện nghe bài hát Poetry In The Streets (Remix)

(Necro)
Poetry in the remix
new third verse
Necro and Ill

The press, runs the tape the bloody mess
of the human race, can study death
they'll reach in through your TV
they'll
a that'll beat ya to death, if he can meet ya
executed when your electrocuted
who's for a homeless man thats dead
and smells
we murdered your natural after bein thrown in a river
you'll be frozen forever into a statue of
a in the lab dead
stabbed in the
knives are like the of a crab
jabbin your flab you wrapped them and bled
throw you off a
killin off your
drillin' holes in your corpse till your spillin' the colour
split your brains
i'll your veins
the impact of a bat cracked across your
is like hit by a train
i'll stick a fang in your blood
strangle
my shangle
you like the
of an angle
I think my shit's too for most
I might be the only one capable the dose
you won't a screw driver driven inside your throat
on blood and saliva another kaniver croaks

Remix!

It's poetry in the of the big apple
and a vitality in few other places
but look beneath the of the city
and you uncover a steamin sesspool of human emotion

gun sour, a planet, nightmares
that reality
the brutality
its in the streets 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 slop meat and serve you to your friends
we bad taste
another brutal rampage
humans to ashtrays
doobies to crack
and boobies 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
with pieces of your head
brain fragments stainin' red
i make you the pain, it hurts
we make music for addicts, pieces of shit, that 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
slit your throat with the broken
pieces of glass stabbin' you through your fuckin eyeballs
have you swallowin cyanide die whores
kill your physical first, next minds lost
you in the funeral home you make a fine corpse
got you splattered across the walls when my talks
murder you execution style a crime boss
travel time and terminate you like a cyborg
my mentality's core

It's in the streets of the big apple
and a vitality found in few places
but beneath the surface of the city
and you shall uncover a steamin of human emotion

Remix!

gun sour, a planet, where
become reality
witness the
its in the streets of the big apple
you get
and grappled to the floor, slaved up and shackled

New Verse!

crews show care for the living
they'll with them but once death is claimed
paramedics disregard for the victim
you command respect when alive but once you
die reduced to a bloody nusense a gruesome sight
to the eye driven a taxi is a dangerous
you might up the grim reaper the passenger
all taxi drivers fear a might put a gun
in your ear and end your life the twitch of
a finger it happens all year you goin into
arrest the fire men are pumpin chest and hope in restoring your breath no ones immune to dyin' in you disagree you're lyin to urself in time everything living's history