Luyện nghe bài hát It's Us

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

Bill]
What does that spell? It spell Non my friend
The Future Is Now, shower y'all powerball
I all, buildings collapse, towers fall
Killers with gats, of carnivores start the war
I shoot rocket launchers on dinosaurs
Flying saucers meet the author
Reveal alien tribal
Who the of DNA structure
Genetic functions will me in the labortory in God's construction?
Now the combustion Big Bang
that spit slang
Be the truth, not that James version they teach in schools
Jesus knew, he was out too
A bugged out dude, a cannon
In my future we use Magnums, and explosions
I spit like and Moses
Ganja smokin, in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I spit for gangstas and decks that defy prognosis
Ill Bill, my reality's my psychosis

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What does that spell? It Non Phixion my friend
A brave new world, the slave for gods to men
Bars of phlegm so it's part of the end
The way I spit pain hard to pretend, hardly depends
up delis for quick chips and starving again
Our plan's guarantee I'll be parking a Benz
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 extra-terrestrials, Martians with Tims
Smart as the dead, we at war the Narcs and the Feds
Uncle Howie sparkin the stem with the grin
Napalm shots, Israeli camo, with the car bomb
I don't exist, close the and leave the car on
Amen, suicide and state pen
Street trilogy, one I'll see you again

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[Sabac
What does that spell? It Non Phixion my friend
These predicaments got me thinking, again
a thousand lives, died a thousand deaths
Been on arrest
control, tortured soul depressed
Watch how it gets
thoughts, wrists slit, it's overdose
Wigs split, mixed with coke, fix the a comatose
Eyes bulging, mind swollen, my spirit the physical
Burning skin, return again, redeem the of miracles
You're born suspects, we love sex
The Ex make the thugs get wild and bust sets
Like a gangsta, our music stimulates brain
Make you wanna bang start to create change
I'm hard to breathe, just before the gods and the
If we want then why is it so hard to achieve?
I believe in us, you faggots sleep on the gods
Uncle Howie, Non Phixion bitch, we the odds

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