Luyện nghe bài hát Futurama

[Ill
They got AIDS infectin' the globe, weapons and Clones
Comfortable as Presidents, Death, Artificial
organs, post-mortem, alien ?
Get your together
Who decides guys in ties and suits?
Violent coups from schools?
We got rules of taunt, of war, using thoughts like swords
Pay for groceries, the DNA clothes in your cords
The order of the world has already been
programmed to kill and ready for war
Drink your cocaine 'cause is legal
rule, the streets of New York, screamin' "Fuck the people"
Even a priest can fall in with evil
If a bitch to his dick, swallow nothing, gulp the semen
Election day, young will vote for demons, overachieving
Yo we sniff blow, or blow up

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

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

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