Luyện nghe bài hát Futurama

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

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

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

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