Luyện nghe bài hát I Shot Reagan

Chorus One:
Yeah yeah I shot Reagan, fuck a
ate falafel Menachem Begin
Who the fuck is Sagan?
Two: Non-Phixion
I'm the space
Ill hieroglyphic navigator
your thoughts, make you think we chill
then I blast you
[Sabac
We burn the fuckin
I shot the Devil like we in Baghdad
His wife's the
Her up in a grab bag
Now the gun blast, holdin your chest, marked for death
The President's been shot, somebody the press
It's all Reaganomics, welfare, and drugs
The government is thugs, that's why the caught a slug
Handle your business, we're writin Yiddish on wishlist
My mind's the sickest, devils on my shitlist

Necrodamus, psychic, bring you the next shady election
infected your mind was unprotected
You me approachin you with a knife looks bad
It'll be worse, when I slice up your flesh it all plaid
Keep the muskets up in the bookbag, and when a stabs
you in the brain, verbally you feel like you tabs
The mental grave, one Jew buried under the dug
The walk-in spot, a nice picture for me the mug shot, what?
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Super secret surveillance assailants, Hebrews in
Wrap you up in bandage, mummified stitch weapons I
Like and bum, coffins airtight, mucus in vessels
Russian Roulette with headbands, Christopher Walken type
A +Deerhunter+, unknown, rockin the jeweled throne
like Solomon, I your congressman with two stones
Best in the fuckin country, Israeli camou' bummy
Ghetto guerillas, religious cats be thinkin
My solar stretch throughout rocks like Stan Goetz
and my bang on my chest from bad sess
Come and challenge or battle, get skull-fucked, but don't be
God ultimately saves those whose motive is
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[Ill
We Elohim, brain in my cranium
They me in a sanitarium, behind walls of titanium
Fifty-One classified spy Area
Doctors from Nigeria, and Syria
South Bronx, I through epochs and airlocks
Disengagin doorways time, breakin cellblock number 13
The seen the first gleam of life beyond humanoid existence
light-year distances
I navigate rip the fabric of space in race against time
a message backwards through the phone lines
Control minds with common alien technocracy
We laugh at your misguided principals and
My species shapeshift, take on the form of an
If I fail to back home, alert the King
Bring the reinforcements, program the telport
My spatial origin's the starting begin your voyage
into mystery, strange universes, history
I shot your fuckin President, you know my steez!
Not Public Enemy, except we non-fiction,
Positive and because the world's a contradiction
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