Luyện nghe bài hát Ill Bill Tv

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

[Verse 1: Ill

Fuck the Source, fuck XXL, fuck any machine
Or that front my team
Word to my in the struggle
Peace to HHC for me and Necro on their cover
Their favourite rappers are Non Phixion
Your wifey is an Ill groupie with my dick in her hand
and dead-set, these young hoes wanna fuck me
Excited rednecks at gun shows in Kentucky
I rocked City
Saw ten thousand screaming, Non Phixion god.
Don't be confused, this that bullshit you listen to
We that shit your bitch finger her pussy to
? warfare, songs for hardcore goons
The rest of scared
It's that radioactive green chronic in the music
Brooklyn run up and pop you with a gun music
Break it for the blind, the brainwashed
Religious politicians and thugs pray to the god
Bloods and Crips, Democrats,
Red and blue states to represent the sets they're running
gangs play the game too
A blood named George Bush and his team the entire Hussein crew
Classic example of former friends to rivals
Words ofinhe bible, despise murder, to survival
Die for set, bang for Muhammad and Jesus
A shitty public school system and a car 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 before Leviathan and biochips
And about the second of the Messiah shit
About the mark of the beast
About the CIA distributing the crack in the
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 at your enemy's feet
That's why none of can feel the god's real pain
And none of y'all will never God's real name
Me and Bill is like the and the thunder
in 1985, Iron Mike and his hunger
A brother, give me the weed and the 'caine
So I can it up in pieces and distribute the pain
I that that's some ignorant shit to be saying
But if I was you and you was me then you spit it the same
You viciously maimed, bleeding in a flame
Till your spirit in a metaphysical plane