Luyện nghe bài hát 24 Shots

[Verse
My shit's bile*
You're mild, got no style
I won't be impressed til your* by baliel
I make beats surgeons resume
To up your wounds
Inside the room
They must urgently or you'll* permanently be in a tomb
You see in the clergy
I'm taking this rap serious from the start
Make your chest cut open with holding doctors working on your heart
fucking God
Lacerating to *of lard
vultures ripping Jesus apart
You're chopped up and divided in
My tracks pump like blood pumping iv tubes*
The human gore who the fuck created it?
Veins and brains are insane some* creative shit
organs
Melodies of
the ramming sword of sicknesses the world's all been dissed
You rap like a
There's no in you
I should stick a in you
through your windpipe will do

2x]
24 shots in head
I know you're dead but I want to make you're dead
So I 4 more in your head
With the Beretta you're dead but I to make sure you're deader

[Verse
My pumping tracks hit you like gun fire crackers
And jumping jacks wrapped into one
This year, is just point in time

Another year time devourers the joints in your
Until stressed
With no credentials
your essential breath and the potential death
It's maggots and blindfolds, jackets and rifles
Caught up in the of psychos
It's when your life
I'm done with baffling a kid disses and I grab him I'm gonna stab 'em
son you're ain't fronting on my
on your bitches tits
They shift the
My pistol is sadistic like my fistal clique

3]
Not* since War 2 has a rapper slaughtered you
With the impact of rap
It's morbid truth*, in
since the person is a poet created grim verbatim* like me which is making the industry cringe*
I've had a effect
My angle has strangled the underground like a noose the neck
My radio coverage introduced you to being bluging
And took you to the brain of a Brooklyn kid was thugging
Now I've got hundreds
Who would have thought I be the greatest cat
Explaining the onslaught*
Now everyone's is directed towards finding a Necro record or a
freestyle where I wreck the

DIE!