Luyện nghe bài hát Kevorkian

Start a war on the poor gettin' mad
Takin' cheese out of poor
Got Haitians still on plantations
Wiped 'em out called it exotic

As you dig it set up regulations
Turn the rest of the world into cancer
the difference no buts ands or ifs
Now I need a place to hide

Are you ready, are you
the real docs of death
Oh no, doctor death

Killer man atomic B-Boys in
Another dies up in Sudan
Kevorkian got the heads lookin' for that 'em
from the feds shit man

Contaminated in sad
Blood threats, blastin'
Kings, queens presidents
Can't tell me my chiza went

Take 'em blow the house down blaw
The evils got you wobblin' weebles
you equal, killin' lost people's
No sequel Biko

Who's the real of death
Oh no, it's death

Whose the real of death
Killin' 'til they're last breath
Got no right to be ass wrong
Killin' me with your songs

Bring the noise but surrounded by
Indigenous but wiped out diggin' new
Can you dig it turnin' at the tip of politics?
The devils slick, gettin' their split

I spit at hypocrites
So, I to the music
Think about it God
You better get the scene

Keep you and I from human beings
You deserve you deserve
If you believe he believes

And everything you leave
Oh what a web you weave
destroyed by the disease by 33 degrees
Bringing Satan to his knees