Luyện nghe bài hát It's Us

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

[Ill
What does that spell? It Non Phixion my friend
The Future Is Now, shower y'all powerball
I devour all, buildings collapse, fall
Killers gats, millions of carnivores start the war
I shoot rocket launchers riding on
Flying saucers the Bible's author
Reveal alien culture
Who the sign of DNA
Genetic functions will me made in the labortory in God's
Now the combustion Big Bang
Gangbangers spit slang
Be the truth, not that King James version teach in schools
knew, he was thugged out too
A out dude, a loose cannon
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and
I spit like Muhammed and
smokin, thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I spit for gangstas and decks that defy prognosis
It's Ill Bill, my my psychosis

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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 so therapeutic it's part of the end
The way I spit pain it's to pretend, hardly depends
Sticking up delis for quick chips and starving
Our marketing plan's guarantee be parking a Benz
My words are like carcinogens, we be the trends
I sharpen the with sixteen bars to defend
The arm, leg, leg, arm, head God is
Non Phixion extra-terrestrials, Martians 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 garage and the car on
Amen, suicide and state pen
trilogy, one love I'll see you again

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[Sabac
What does that It spells Non Phixion my friend
predicaments got me thinking, spitting again
Living a thousand lives, died a deaths
on house arrest
Lost control, tortured depressed
Watch how foul it
Suicidal thoughts, slit, it's overdose
Wigs split, with 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 wild and sets
Like a gangsta, our stimulates your brain
you wanna bang something start to create change
I'm hard to breathe, just before the and the thieves
If we want peace 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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