Luyện nghe bài hát Ill Bill Tv

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

[Verse 1: Ill

the Source, fuck XXL, fuck any media machine
Or magazine that front my
to my comrades in the struggle
Peace to HHC for me and Necro on their cover
favourite rappers are Non Phixion fans
Your is an Ill Bill groupie with my dick in her hand
and dead-set, these young hoes wanna fuck me
Excited rednecks at gun shows in Kentucky
I Soca City
Saw ten thousand Colombians screaming, Non god.
Don't be confused, this that bullshit you listen to
We that shit that your bitch finger her to
? warfare, songs for hardcore goons
The rest of scared
It's that radioactive green in the blunt music
Brooklyn homie run up and pop you a gun music
Break it for the blind, the brainwashed
Religious and thugs pray to the same god
and Crips, Democrats, Republicans
Red and blue states to represent the sets running with
Other gangs play the too
A blood named George Bush and his team smoked the entire crew
Classic example of former friends turned to
Words ofinhe bible, murder, turn to survival
Die for your set, bang for Muhammad and
A shitty school system and a car that's decent
I'm an American, I a blowjob and a pizza
So overthrow you for oil, Mastercards, and Visas

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[Verse 2: Ikon the

This is a mother fuckin' siege and slaughter, another of war
A holy vision of the purity and before
I you before about Leviathan and biochips
And about the coming of the Messiah shit
the motherfuckin' mark of the beast
About the CIA distributing the in the streets
A ? leave your body wrapped in a sheet
He from Brooklyn, I'm Philly, we was trapped in the streets
My rap is complete, with everything from and heat
Pay us as you're praying at your enemy's feet
That's why of y'all can feel the god's real pain
And none of y'all will never know God's name
Me and Bill is like the lightning and the
Like in 1985, Mike and his hunger
A triflin' brother, me the weed and the 'caine
So I can chop it up in pieces and distribute the
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 maimed, bleeding in a visceral flame
Till your spirit enter in a metaphysical