Luyện nghe bài hát Kevorkian

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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