Luyện nghe bài hát Kevorkian

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

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

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

man atomic B-Boys in Japan
Another brother dies up in
Kevorkian got the lookin' for that kill 'em
Dead the feds shit man

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

Take 'em down blow the house down
The evils got you wobblin' weebles
Thinking you equal, killin' people's
No remember Biko

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

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

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

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

you and I from being human beings
You deserve you deserve
If you what he believes

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