Luyện nghe bài hát We Are The Future

We are - the future ... future!

[Ill
Aiyyo we murderous, I be holdin' heat than Thermoses,
You get your house takin' at the shoot out,
secret servicemen, it's Ill Bill Non Phixion!
We pop at these pop musicians -
hip-hop, you get your mop twisted!
Breakdance, break every bone in body!
Bury you alive, and on your grave like Rock Steady!
A rappers bein' pussy like Tom Petty!
I told you Future Is Now', tell me if y'all ready!
to the Ghost of Christ, the poltergeist,
Design a prototype mind control device - to anybody!
Then sold it to Bill for eight billion,
I bought the Empire State buildin', it to the children!
Hold the nine milli, really close to villain,
up with the fresh philly, stone blind, in the snow blizzard,
Legend has it that before war I Satan,
human blood and have orgies amongst Masons,
Catchin' from the president's wife,
The Illuminati can suck my - so I could bust my shit,
Hits from the with Tom Brokaw,
Twist my dust up with Bible pages and folklore,
Like a coke in a drug clinic, I'm inapropriate,
My people blooded out - like Soviets!
off the rim with an exploda-motorola flip,
Leave you wet, like a hot tub, pussy, coke, and Moet!

[Sabac
I spit the shit at chicks to make they nipples pop out!
Flip the coke shit for bricks when the hops out!
Luxury whips, equipped for rap and drop-outs,
Ghetto celebrities, double D are knockouts!
Never leave the cats, two dollar sandwich hood rats,
a free soda, medicated twice we ogre!
Double dipped blunts, we Non Phixion, over,
My man solo shit on cable got the sober,
How I Became a paperback's top seller,
My story, how I went mail fraud to porn seller!

Y'all know Gore, nice the words since eighty-four!
Rifles galore - attached to the floor!
Muchin' on parm' like human arm, up at your record label,
Real bomb, smackin' VP's with charm!
I'm a nice cat 'till the runs out, and gats dumb out,
Ice picks, ecstacy get run out!
Sellin' rap tapes cancer apples,
I buy a with a gate that deflates and shoots arrows,
Produce pharoahs, you with chrome,
your bones, the world's fucked,
Call Jackie Stalone, her wire's as well as my own,
I the president with C4, under his bed,
Them feds found the books, Freebase are hollow heads.

Bill]
I'm on a five day fast, Flash blast award,
And cash hoardin', launder for rainy day sessions,
Expose your weapons - lessons life some game of Battle Ship,
Four, Gat equipped t-t-t-tatta shit, adequate aim,
We in and shattered the game, I'm at it to gain,
Imagine the pain, when I splatter brain!
lyrics cancelled out demons, monsters, and spirits,
Martial theorists, freed soul allowed amongst the clearest,
Visonaries, Red's a missionary,
My vision's varies, aligned with the minds of of theory,
Illustrated like Vaughn Bode, Wizard, explicit,
When I it, I only talk it 'cause I live it,
Brooklyn did it, money fast life, my cash fight, blast mics,
I've been torn the fuck up last night,
It's clear, everywhere is war! The guard me,
The Godly, freedom songs like Bob Marley,
Watch me, on the trains yellin' street news, street blues,
with my peoples, Muslims and Hebrews!
Positive cats, I build with cats who shoot ya,
No competition, Non Phixion, to the Future!

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