Luyện nghe bài hát Kevorkian

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

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

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

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

in sad predicaments
Blood threats, continents
Kings, dead presidents
tell me where my chiza went

Take 'em down the house down blaw
The got you wobblin' like weebles
Thinking you equal, lost people's
No remember Biko

Who's the real of death
Oh no, doctor death

the real docs of death
Killin' millions 'til they're breath
Got no to be dead ass wrong
Killin' me softly with your

Bring the but surrounded by cowboys
Indigenous but wiped out diggin' new
Can you dig it tricks at the tip of politics?
The slick, gettin' their head split

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

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

And everything you leave
Oh a tangled web you weave
When by the disease by 33 degrees
Bringing Satan down to his