Luyện nghe bài hát It's Us

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

[Ill
What does that It spell Non Phixion my friend
The Future Is Now, shower y'all powerball
I all, buildings collapse, towers fall
Killers with gats, millions of carnivores the war
I rocket launchers riding on dinosaurs
saucers meet the Bible's author
Reveal tribal culture
Who the of DNA structure
Genetic functions will me made in the in God's construction?
Now bust the combustion Big
Gangbangers that slang
Be the truth, not that King James version teach in schools
Jesus knew, he was out too
A bugged out dude, a loose
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 and baby decks that defy prognosis
Ill Bill, my reality's my psychosis

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What that spell? It spells Non Phixion my friend
A brave new world, the for more gods to men
Bars of phlegm so therapeutic it's of the end
The way I spit pain it's hard to pretend, hardly
Sticking up delis for quick and starving again
Our marketing plan's guarantee be parking a Benz
My words are like carcinogens, we be starting the
I sharpen the edge with bars to defend
The arm, leg, leg, arm, head God is
Non Phixion extra-terrestrials, with Tims
as the dead, we at war with the Narcs and the Feds
Uncle Howie sparkin the stem the positive grin
Napalm shots, Israeli camo, ammo the car bomb
I exist, close the garage and leave the car on
Amen, watch and state pen
trilogy, one love I'll see you again

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[Sabac
does that spell? It spells Non Phixion my friend
These predicaments got me thinking, spitting
Living a lives, died a thousand deaths
Been on 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 left the
Burning skin, return again, the breath of miracles
You're suspects, we love porn sex
The Ex make the thugs get wild and bust sets
Like a gangsta, our music your brain
Make you wanna bang something start to create
I'm hard to breathe, before the gods and the thieves
If we want peace then why is it so to achieve?
I believe in us, you faggots sleep on the gods
Uncle Howie, Non bitch, we beating the odds

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