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 spell Non my friend
The Future Is Now, shower y'all powerball
I devour all, buildings collapse, fall
Killers with gats, millions of start the war
I shoot rocket riding on dinosaurs
Flying saucers the Bible's author
Reveal alien culture
Who the of DNA structure
Genetic functions will me in the labortory in God's construction?
Now bust the combustion Big
Gangbangers spit slang
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in
Jesus knew, he was out too
A out dude, a loose cannon
In my future we use Magnums, and explosions
I spit Muhammed and Moses
smokin, thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I for gangstas and baby decks that defy prognosis
It's Ill Bill, my reality's my

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What does that spell? It spells Non Phixion my
A brave new world, the slave for gods to men
Bars of phlegm so therapeutic it's of the end
The way I spit pain it's to pretend, hardly depends
Sticking up delis for quick 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 to defend
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
Uncle Howie sparkin the stem with the grin
shots, Israeli 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
does that spell? It spells Non Phixion my friend
These got me thinking, spitting again
Living a thousand lives, died a deaths
Been on arrest
Lost control, tortured soul
how foul it gets
Suicidal thoughts, wrists slit, overdose
Wigs split, mixed with coke, fix the road a
Eyes bulging, mind swollen, my spirit left the
skin, return again, redeem the breath 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 bang something to create change
I'm hard to breathe, just the gods and the thieves
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 beating the

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