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, nuclear shower y'all
I devour all, buildings collapse, fall
Killers with gats, millions of carnivores the war
I rocket launchers riding on dinosaurs
Flying saucers meet the author
alien tribal culture
Who the of DNA structure
Genetic functions will me made in the in God's construction?
Now the combustion Big Bang
that spit slang
Be the truth, not that King version they teach in schools
knew, he was thugged out too
A bugged out dude, a loose
In my future we use Magnums, and explosions
I spit like Muhammed and
smokin, thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I spit for gangstas and baby decks that defy
It's Ill Bill, my reality's my

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What does spell? It spells Non Phixion my friend
A brave new world, the for more gods to men
Bars of phlegm so therapeutic part of the end
The way I pain it's hard to pretend, hardly depends
Sticking up delis for quick chips and starving
Our marketing plan's guarantee be parking a Benz
My words are carcinogens, we be starting the trends
I the edge 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 with the and the Feds
Howie sparkin the stem with the positive grin
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 love 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 lives, died a thousand deaths
on house arrest
Lost control, soul depressed
Watch how foul it
Suicidal thoughts, wrists slit, overdose
Wigs split, with coke, fix the road a comatose
Eyes bulging, swollen, my spirit left the physical
Burning skin, return again, the breath of miracles
born suspects, we love porn sex
The drug Ex the thugs get wild and bust sets
Like a gangsta, our music your brain
Make you wanna something start to create change
I'm to breathe, just before the gods and the thieves
If we want peace then why is it so hard to
I in us, when you faggots sleep on the gods
Uncle Howie, Non Phixion bitch, we the odds

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