Luyện nghe bài hát Ill Bill Tv

A never lies, it always tells the truth
My words are gunshots that influence the
Assassinate like John Wilkes Booth
Put the message in the barrel of gun then *bang*

[Verse 1: Ill

Fuck the Source, fuck XXL, fuck any media
Or that front my team
Word to my comrades in the
Peace to HHC for putting me and Necro on their
Their favourite are Non Phixion fans
Your wifey is an Ill Bill with my dick in her hand
United and dead-set, young hoes wanna fuck me
Excited like at gun shows in Kentucky
I rocked Soca
Saw ten Colombians screaming, Non Phixion god.
Don't be confused, this ain't bullshit you listen to
We that shit that your finger her pussy to
? chemical warfare, for hardcore goons
The of y'all scared
It's that radioactive green in the blunt music
Brooklyn homie run up and pop you with a gun
Break it down for the blind, the
Religious politicians and thugs to the same god
Bloods and Crips, Democrats,
Red and states to represent the sets they're running with
gangs play the game too
A blood named George Bush and his team smoked the entire crew
Classic example of friends turned to rivals
ofinhe bible, despise murder, turn to survival
Die for set, bang for Muhammad and Jesus
A shitty public system and a car that's decent
I'm an American, I need a blowjob and a
So overthrow you for oil, Mastercards, and Visas

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[Verse 2: the Hologram]

This is a mother fuckin' and slaughter, another story of war
A vision of the purity and glory before
I warned you about Leviathan and biochips
And about the second coming of the Messiah
About the motherfuckin' mark of the
About the CIA distributing the in the streets
A savage ? leave your wrapped in a sheet
He Brooklyn, I'm from Philly, we was trapped in the streets
My rap is complete, everything from clappers and heat
Pay us as you're praying at your enemy's feet
That's why none of y'all can the god's real pain
And none of y'all will never know God's real
Me and is like the lightning and the thunder
Like in 1985, Iron Mike and his
A brother, give me the weed and the 'caine
So I can it up in pieces and distribute the pain
I that that's some ignorant shit to be saying
But if I was you and you was me then you spit it the same
You viciously maimed, bleeding in a flame
your spirit enter in a metaphysical plane