Luyện nghe bài hát Kevorkian

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

As you dig it they set up
Turn the rest of the world into cancer
What's the no buts ands or ifs
Now I need a to hide away

Are you ready, are you
Who's the docs of death
Oh no, it's doctor

man atomic B-Boys in Japan
Another brother dies up in
got the heads lookin' for that kill 'em
Dead from the feds man

in sad predicaments
Blood threats, blastin'
Kings, dead presidents
Can't tell me where my chiza

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

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

Whose the real docs of
Killin' millions 'til they're last
Got no right to be ass wrong
Killin' me softly with songs

the noise but surrounded by cowboys
Indigenous but wiped out diggin' new
Can you dig it turnin' tricks at the tip of
The devils slick, gettin' their head

I spit at those
So, I to the music
about it it's God
You better get the scene

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

And into you leave
Oh what a tangled web you
When by the disease by 33 degrees
Bringing Satan to his knees