Luyện nghe bài hát Kevorkian

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

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

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

Killer man atomic in Japan
Another dies up in Sudan
got the heads lookin' for that kill 'em
Dead the feds shit man

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

Take 'em blow the house down blaw
The evils got you wobblin' like
Thinking you equal, killin' lost
No sequel Biko

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

Whose the docs of death
Killin' millions 'til last breath
Got no right to be ass wrong
Killin' me with your songs

Bring the noise but surrounded by
Indigenous but wiped out new ditches
Can you dig it turnin' tricks at the tip of
The devils slick, gettin' their split

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

Keep you and I from being beings
You what you deserve
If you believe what he

And into everything you
Oh what a web you weave
When by the disease by 33 degrees
Satan down to his knees