Luyện nghe bài hát Ill Bill Tv

A bullet lies, it always tells the truth
My words are gunshots that influence the
presidents like John Wilkes Booth
Put the message in the barrel of gun then *bang*

1: Ill Bill]

Fuck the Source, fuck XXL, any media machine
Or that front my team
Word to my comrades in the
Peace to HHC for putting me and Necro on cover
Their favourite are Non Phixion fans
wifey is an Ill Bill groupie with my dick in her hand
United and dead-set, these young hoes fuck me
Excited like rednecks at gun in Kentucky
I rocked Soca
Saw ten Colombians screaming, Non Phixion god.
Don't be confused, this that bullshit you listen to
We that shit that your bitch finger her to
? chemical warfare, songs for goons
The of y'all scared
It's that radioactive green in the blunt music
Brooklyn homie run up and pop you a gun music
Break it down for the blind, the
Religious politicians and pray to the same god
Bloods and Crips, Democrats,
Red and states to represent the sets they're running with
gangs play the game too
A blood named Bush and his team smoked the entire Hussein crew
Classic example of friends turned to rivals
Words ofinhe bible, despise murder, turn to
Die for your set, for Muhammad and Jesus
A shitty public school and a car that's decent
I'm an American, I need a and a pizza
So overthrow you for oil, Mastercards, and Visas

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[Verse 2: Ikon the

is a mother fuckin' siege and slaughter, another story of war
A holy vision of the purity and before
I warned you about Leviathan and biochips
And about the second coming of the Messiah
About the mark of the beast
About the CIA the crack in the streets
A savage ? leave your wrapped in a sheet
He from Brooklyn, I'm from Philly, we was in the streets
My rap is complete, with everything from and heat
Pay us homage as praying at your enemy's feet
That's why none of y'all can feel the god's real
And none of will never know God's real name
Me and Bill is the lightning and the thunder
Like in 1985, Mike and his hunger
A brother, give me the weed and the 'caine
So I can chop it up in pieces and distribute the
I know that that's some ignorant to be saying
But if I was you and you was me then you spit it the same
You viciously maimed, bleeding in a visceral
Till your spirit in a metaphysical plane