Luyện nghe bài hát Ill Bill Tv

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

[Verse 1: Ill

Fuck the Source, fuck XXL, fuck any machine
Or magazine front my team
Word to my comrades in the
to HHC for putting me and Necro on their cover
Their favourite rappers are Non Phixion
Your is an Ill Bill groupie with my dick in her hand
and dead-set, these young hoes wanna fuck me
Excited like rednecks at gun in Kentucky
I rocked Soca
Saw ten thousand Colombians screaming, Non god.
be confused, this ain't that bullshit you listen to
We that shit that your bitch her pussy to
? chemical warfare, songs for hardcore
The of y'all scared
It's radioactive green chronic in the blunt music
Brooklyn run up and pop you with a gun music
Break it for the blind, the brainwashed
Religious politicians and thugs to the same god
and Crips, Democrats, Republicans
Red and blue to represent the sets they're running with
Other gangs play the too
A blood named George Bush and his team smoked the entire crew
Classic example of former friends turned to
ofinhe bible, despise murder, turn to survival
Die for your set, bang for Muhammad and
A shitty public school system and a car that's
I'm an American, I a blowjob and a pizza
So overthrow you for oil, Mastercards, and Visas

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[Verse 2: the Hologram]

This is a mother fuckin' siege and slaughter, story of war
A vision of the purity and glory before
I warned you before Leviathan and biochips
And about the second coming of the Messiah
About the mark of the beast
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 in the streets
My rap is complete, with everything from clappers and
Pay us homage as you're praying at enemy's feet
That's why of y'all can feel the god's real pain
And none of y'all will never know God's name
Me and Bill is the lightning and the thunder
Like in 1985, Iron Mike and his
A triflin' brother, give me the weed and the
So I can chop it up in pieces and distribute the
I know that that's some shit to be saying
But if I was you and you was me you would spit it the same
You maimed, bleeding in a visceral flame
Till your spirit in a metaphysical plane