Luyện nghe bài hát 24 Shots

[Verse
My straight bile*
You're mild, got no style
I won't be til your* possessed by baliel
I make beats like resume
To stitch up your
the emergency room
They must work urgently or you'll* be in a tomb
You see in the soon
I'm taking this rap game from the start
Make chest cut open with scalpel holding doctors working on your heart
fucking God
Lacerating to pieces *of
Like vultures Jesus apart
You're chopped up and divided in
My tracks pump like blood pumping iv tubes*
The human body gore who the fuck it?
and brains are insane it's some* creative shit
Satanic
Melodies of
Over the ramming sword of sicknesses the all been dissed
You rap like a
There's no in you
I stick a knife in you
Right through your windpipe do

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

Two]
My pumping tracks hit you gun shots fire crackers
And jumping jacks wrapped one attack
This year, is just point in time

Another year time the joints in your spine
Until stressed
no credentials left
Just your essential breath and the death
maggots and blindfolds, winter jackets and rifles
Caught up in the cycle of
when your life goes
I'm done with baffling a kid disses and I grab him then I'm stab 'em
son you're ain't fronting on my
Spitting on your tits
shift the shit
My pistol grip is sadistic my fistal clique

3]
Not* since World War 2 has a rapper you
With the of Necro's rap
It's truth*, in fact
Not* since the person is a poet created grim verbatim* like me which is making the industry
I've had a effect
My angle has strangled the underground like a around the neck
My first radio coverage you to being bluging
And took you to the of a Brooklyn kid that was thugging
Now I've got hundreds
Who would have I be considered the greatest cat
Explaining the verbal
Now everyone's objective is towards finding a Necro record or a
where I wreck the respected

DIE!