Luyện nghe bài hát We Are The Future

We are - the future ... future!

[Ill
Aiyyo we murderous, I be holdin' more heat Thermoses,
You get loot house takin' at the shoot out,
With servicemen, it's Ill Bill Non Phixion!
We pop biscuits at pop musicians -
hip-hop, you get your mop twisted!
Breakdance, break every in your body!
Bury you alive, and dance on your grave like Steady!
A lotta rappers pussy like Tom Petty!
I told you 'The Future Is Now', me if y'all ready!
Spoke to the of Christ, the poltergeist,
Design a prototype mind device - overpriced to anybody!
Then sold it to Bill Gates for billion,
I bought the State buildin', gave it to the children!
Hold the nine milli, toast close to villain,
up with the fresh philly, stone blind, in the snow blizzard,
Legend has it before war I worshipped Satan,
Drink blood and have orgies amongst Masons,
Catchin' brain the president's wife,
The Illuminati can suck my - so I could bust my shit,
Hits from the bong Tom Brokaw,
Twist my up with Bible pages and smoke folklore,
Like a coke straw in a clinic, I'm inapropriate,
My people stay out - like Soviets!
off the rim with an exploda-motorola flip,
Leave you soakin' wet, a hot tub, pussy, coke, and Moet!

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

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

[Ill
I'm on a five day fast, Gordon blast award,
And cash hoardin', launder money for day sessions,
Expose your - lessons value life some game of Battle Ship,
Connect Four, Gat equipped shit, adequate aim,
We in and shattered the game, I'm at it to gain,
the pain, when I splatter your brain!
Conscious cancelled out demons, monsters, and spirits,
Martial theorists, freed your soul amongst the clearest,
Visonaries, Sabac a missionary,
My vision's varies, aligned with the of kings of theory,
Illustrated Vaughn Bode, Cheech Wizard, explicit,
When I kick it, I talk it 'cause I live it,
done did it, money fast life, my cash fight, blast mics,
I've been torn the up since last night,
It's clear, is war! The streets guard me,
The Godly, singin' freedom songs Bob Marley,
Watch me, on the trains yellin' street news, street blues,
with my peoples, Muslims and Hebrews!
Positive cats, I with cats who wanna shoot ya,
No competition, Non Phixion, to the Future!

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