Luyện nghe bài hát Ill Bill Tv

A bullet never lies, it always the truth
My words are gunshots that influence the
Assassinate like John Wilkes Booth
Put the message in the barrel of your gun *bang*

1: Ill Bill]

Fuck the Source, fuck XXL, fuck any media
Or magazine that front my
to my comrades in the struggle
Peace to HHC for putting me and Necro on their
Their rappers are Non Phixion fans
Your wifey is an Ill Bill with my dick in her hand
United and dead-set, these young wanna fuck me
Excited rednecks at gun shows in Kentucky
I Soca City
Saw ten thousand screaming, Non Phixion god.
Don't be confused, this ain't that you listen to
We that shit your bitch finger her pussy to
? chemical warfare, songs for hardcore
The rest of y'all
that radioactive green chronic 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
and Crips, Democrats, Republicans
Red and blue states to the sets they're running with
Other play the game too
A blood George Bush and his team smoked the entire Hussein crew
Classic of former friends turned to rivals
Words bible, despise murder, turn to survival
Die for your set, for Muhammad and Jesus
A shitty public system and a car that's decent
I'm an American, I need a blowjob and a
So I'll overthrow you for oil, Mastercards, and

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[Verse 2: the Hologram]

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