Luyện nghe bài hát Beutiful Mind

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They got AIDS the globe, Laser weapons and Clones
Comfortable as Presidents, Death, Artificial
organs, post-mortem, alien ?
Get your vibe
Who truth? guys in ties and suits?
coups from private schools?
We got rules of taunt, duals of war, using thoughts like
Pay for groceries, the DNA clothes in vocal cords
The of the world has already been bought
Robocops programmed to and ready for war
your cocaine 'cause drugs is legal
Androids rule, the streets of New York, "Fuck the people"
Even a priest can fall in with evil
If a bitch to suckin' his dick, nothing, gulp the semen
Election day, young americans will vote for demons,
Yo we blow, or blow up pieces

Welcome to futurama, where the cyborgs shoot ya mama
A cross terminator 3 and Tutankhamun
This is I'll Bill for a new assignment
Ready to rock the ruger nine shinin'
This is futurama, the cyborgs will shoot ya mama
A between terminator 3 and Tutankhamun
is I'll Bill reporting for a new assignment
Ready to rock with the nine shinin'

The is tightening, news of sightings, the truth's frightening
studies in 51 produced by the titans
Follow the sergeant, the one handle and largest, the
the top of department, fire bomb and projects intent
Video farewells off to majesty is all for
Ya never hold a grudge, can judge us to Applebee's
My team's fast, the IRS be thuggin' with
On the run for war games, bugs, and funneling
I rob anyone, a lawyer with a gun in his
Beneath, the remains of ash, the gun and the ?bag?
Gangsta, Sherry Ketamine the Pirelli spin, the new water
(Speakin through television like Hin?)
We rock blazin', pop collars hockey raids
'Pac was framed, they cloned him in the spot near the
To vegetate, claimin credit to
bombs, nuclear arms, super market, cancer and farms

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At the fight club, fist, knives, and
Tribes are ?, humanoid
Underground drugs, rainin'
Sorta like slayer did in '86, communicate aliens, there he is
I made run DMC sell me, the soul, make your head explode
With the planable chip, by remote control, I told them all what to
Fuck and respect, when you're on your knees with a gun to your head
See masonic temple's lost truth, god's were size proof
Nickel plated 9's shoot, loot
I the true mistics, I turn goon's futuristic
We too sadistic, at you with 2 biscuits