Luyện nghe bài hát Kevorkian

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

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

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

Killer man B-Boys in Japan
Another brother dies up in
Kevorkian got the heads for that kill 'em
Dead the feds shit man

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

Take 'em down blow the house blaw
The got you wobblin' like weebles
Thinking you equal, killin' lost
No remember Biko

Who's the real docs of
Oh no, it's doctor

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

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

I at those hypocrites
So, I to the music
Think about it God
You get with the scene

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

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