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 y'all
I devour all, buildings collapse, towers
Killers gats, millions of carnivores start the war
I shoot launchers riding on dinosaurs
Flying 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 King James version they in schools
knew, he was thugged out too
A bugged out dude, a cannon
In my future we use Magnums, and explosions
I spit like and Moses
Ganja smokin, thoughts in motion, my mind is ferocious
I spit for and baby decks that defy prognosis
It's Ill Bill, my my psychosis

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What does that spell? It spells Non 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 to pretend, hardly depends
Sticking up delis for chips and starving again
Our marketing plan's guarantee be parking a Benz
My words are like carcinogens, we be the trends
I sharpen the edge with sixteen to defend
The arm, leg, leg, arm, head God is
Non extra-terrestrials, Martians with Tims
as the dead, we at war with the Narcs and the Feds
Uncle Howie sparkin the stem with the positive
Napalm shots, Israeli camo, ammo the car bomb
I don't exist, close the and leave the car on
Amen, suicide and state pen
Street trilogy, one I'll see you again

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[Sabac
What that spell? It spells Non Phixion my friend
These predicaments got me thinking, spitting
Living a lives, died a thousand deaths
Been on arrest
control, tortured soul depressed
Watch how foul it
Suicidal thoughts, wrists slit, it's
Wigs split, with coke, fix the road a comatose
Eyes bulging, mind swollen, my spirit left the
Burning skin, return again, the breath of miracles
born suspects, we love porn sex
The drug Ex make the get wild and bust sets
Like a gangsta, our music stimulates brain
Make you 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, when you faggots on the gods
Howie, Non Phixion bitch, we beating the odds

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