Luyện nghe bài hát It's Us

It's the N-O-N, P, H, I, X, [x4]

[Ill
What does that spell? It Non Phixion my friend
The Future Is Now, nuclear shower y'all
I all, buildings collapse, towers fall
Killers with gats, millions of start the war
I shoot rocket riding on dinosaurs
Flying meet the Bible's author
Reveal alien tribal
Who the of DNA structure
Genetic functions will me made in the labortory in construction?
Now bust the Big Bang
Gangbangers spit slang
Be the truth, not King James version they teach in schools
knew, he was thugged out too
A out dude, a loose cannon
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and
I like Muhammed and Moses
Ganja smokin, in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I spit for gangstas and baby that defy prognosis
Ill Bill, my reality's my psychosis

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What does that spell? It spells Non Phixion my
A new world, the slave for more gods to men
Bars of phlegm so therapeutic it's of the end
The way I pain it's hard to pretend, hardly depends
Sticking up delis for quick chips and starving
Our marketing guarantee I'll be parking a Benz
My words are like carcinogens, we be the trends
I sharpen the edge with sixteen to defend
The arm, leg, leg, arm, head God is
Non Phixion extra-terrestrials, Martians with
Smart as the dead, we at war the Narcs and the Feds
Howie sparkin the stem with the positive grin
Napalm shots, camo, ammo with the car bomb
I don't exist, close the and leave the car on
Amen, suicide watch and pen
Street trilogy, one I'll see you again

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[Sabac
What does that spell? It spells Non Phixion my
These got me thinking, spitting again
Living a thousand lives, a thousand deaths
on house arrest
Lost control, tortured depressed
Watch how it gets
Suicidal thoughts, wrists slit, it's
Wigs split, mixed with coke, fix the road a
Eyes bulging, mind swollen, my spirit left the
Burning skin, return again, redeem the of miracles
born suspects, we love porn sex
The Ex make the thugs get wild and bust sets
a gangsta, our music stimulates your brain
Make you wanna bang something to create change
I'm hard to breathe, before the gods and the thieves
If we want peace then why is it so hard to
I believe in us, you faggots sleep on the gods
Howie, Non Phixion bitch, we beating the odds

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