Luyện nghe bài hát Ill Bill Tv

A bullet never lies, it always tells the
My words are that influence the youth
Assassinate presidents John Wilkes Booth
Put the in the barrel of your gun then *bang*

[Verse 1: Ill

Fuck the Source, fuck XXL, any media machine
Or magazine front my team
Word to my in the struggle
to HHC for putting me and Necro on their cover
Their favourite rappers are Non fans
Your wifey is an Ill Bill groupie with my dick in her
United and dead-set, these young hoes fuck me
Excited like rednecks at gun in Kentucky
I Soca City
Saw ten thousand Colombians screaming, Non god.
Don't be confused, this ain't that bullshit you to
We that shit that bitch finger her pussy to
? warfare, songs for hardcore goons
The rest of y'all
It's that green chronic in the blunt music
homie run up and pop you with a gun music
Break it for the blind, the brainwashed
Religious and thugs pray to the same god
and Crips, Democrats, Republicans
Red and blue states to represent the sets running with
Other gangs the game too
A blood George Bush and his team smoked the entire Hussein crew
Classic of former friends turned to rivals
ofinhe bible, despise murder, turn to survival
Die for your set, bang for Muhammad and
A shitty public system and a car that's decent
I'm an American, I a blowjob and a pizza
So I'll overthrow you for oil, Mastercards, and

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[Verse 2: the Hologram]

This is a mother fuckin' siege and slaughter, another of war
A holy vision of the purity and glory
I warned you about Leviathan and biochips
And about the second coming of the shit
About the motherfuckin' mark of the
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 clappers 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 y'all will know God's real name
Me and Bill is like the and the thunder
Like in 1985, Iron Mike and his
A brother, give me the weed and the 'caine
So I can chop it up in pieces and the pain
I know that that's some ignorant to be saying
But if I was you and you was me you would spit it the same
You viciously maimed, bleeding in a visceral
Till your spirit enter in a metaphysical