Luyện nghe bài hát It's Us

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

Bill]
What does that spell? It Non Phixion my friend
The Future Is Now, shower y'all powerball
I devour all, buildings collapse, towers
Killers with gats, of carnivores start the war
I shoot rocket riding on dinosaurs
Flying saucers meet the Bible's
Reveal alien culture
Who the sign of DNA
Genetic functions will me in the labortory in God's construction?
Now the combustion Big Bang
that spit slang
Be the truth, not that King James version they in schools
knew, he was thugged out too
A bugged out dude, a loose
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and
I like Muhammed and Moses
Ganja smokin, thoughts in constant motion, my 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 my friend
A brave new world, the slave for more to men
Bars of so therapeutic it's part of the end
The way I spit it's hard to pretend, hardly depends
Sticking up delis for quick chips and starving
Our marketing plan's guarantee I'll be parking a
My words are like carcinogens, we be starting the
I sharpen the edge with sixteen bars to
The arm, leg, leg, arm, God is HaShem
Non Phixion extra-terrestrials, Martians with
Smart as the dead, we at war with the 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, watch and state pen
Street trilogy, one love see you again

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[Sabac
What does that spell? It spells Non Phixion my
These predicaments got me thinking, spitting
Living a thousand lives, died a deaths
on house arrest
Lost control, soul depressed
Watch how foul it
Suicidal thoughts, slit, it's overdose
Wigs split, mixed coke, fix the road a comatose
bulging, mind swollen, my spirit left the physical
Burning skin, return again, redeem the breath of
You're born suspects, we love sex
The drug Ex make the thugs get and bust sets
Like a gangsta, our stimulates your brain
Make you wanna bang something start to create
I'm to breathe, just before the gods and the thieves
If we want peace then why is it so hard to
I believe in us, when you sleep on the gods
Howie, Non Phixion bitch, we beating the odds

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