Luyện nghe bài hát It's Us

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

[Ill
What does that spell? It Non Phixion my friend
The Is Now, nuclear shower y'all powerball
I devour all, buildings collapse, towers
Killers gats, millions of carnivores start the war
I shoot rocket riding on dinosaurs
saucers meet the Bible's author
Reveal tribal culture
Who the of DNA structure
functions will me made in the labortory in God's construction?
Now bust the Big Bang
Gangbangers that spit
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, bombs and
I like Muhammed and Moses
Ganja smokin, thoughts in constant motion, my is ferocious
I spit for gangstas and baby decks defy prognosis
It's Ill Bill, my reality's my

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What does that It spells Non Phixion my friend
A brave new world, the slave for more to men
Bars of phlegm so therapeutic part of the end
The way I spit it's hard to pretend, hardly depends
Sticking up delis for quick chips and starving
Our plan's guarantee I'll be parking a Benz
My words are carcinogens, we be starting the trends
I sharpen the with sixteen bars to defend
The arm, leg, leg, arm, God is HaShem
Non Phixion extra-terrestrials, with Tims
as the dead, we at war with the Narcs and the Feds
Uncle Howie sparkin the stem with the grin
shots, Israeli camo, ammo with the car bomb
I don't exist, the garage and leave the car on
Amen, suicide and state pen
Street trilogy, one love see you again

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

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