Luyện nghe bài hát It's Us

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

[Ill
What that spell? It spell Non Phixion my friend
The Future Is Now, nuclear shower powerball
I devour all, collapse, towers fall
with gats, millions 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 made in the labortory in God's
Now bust the combustion Big
Gangbangers that spit
Be the truth, not King James version they teach in schools
Jesus knew, he was out too
A out dude, a loose cannon
In my future we use Magnums, and explosions
I spit like and Moses
Ganja smokin, thoughts in constant motion, my is ferocious
I spit for gangstas and baby decks that defy
It's Ill Bill, my my psychosis

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What does spell? It spells Non Phixion my friend
A brave new world, the slave for gods to men
of phlegm so therapeutic it's part of the end
The way I pain it's hard to pretend, hardly depends
Sticking up delis for chips and starving again
Our marketing guarantee I'll be parking a Benz
My are like 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
Smart as the dead, we at war with the and the Feds
Uncle Howie sparkin the stem with the grin
Napalm shots, Israeli camo, ammo with the car
I don't exist, the garage 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 my friend
These got me thinking, spitting again
Living a lives, died a thousand deaths
on house arrest
Lost control, soul depressed
Watch how foul it
thoughts, wrists slit, it's overdose
Wigs split, mixed with coke, fix the road a
Eyes bulging, mind swollen, my spirit the physical
Burning skin, return again, redeem the of miracles
You're born suspects, we love sex
The drug Ex make the thugs get wild and bust
a gangsta, our music stimulates your brain
Make you wanna something 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, when you sleep on the gods
Howie, Non Phixion bitch, we beating the odds

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