Luyện nghe bài hát The C.I.A. Is Trying To Kill Me

[Ill
be the real hip hop
We you wanna kill cops
Cats hatin, 'cause they know I finga twats
You feel helpless, real jealous, we killed
I shot Reagan the help of the secret service
double agent, shoot your mother with my brothers favorite
12 gauge at your brain, strange universe, I'm too famous
Leaving the scene blameless, drug entertainment
Thugs that'll with laser guns
Saying I wrote, you feel what I feel
They see the same
We made a biscuit do the and it became richer
Nobody gets a deal, you gotta take that shit
Treat the record like a slut, then rape that bitch
I keep it simple for these cats
Claiming you the facts, but in reality, you a
Jesus was a gangsta rapper
They killed him then he back and made a platinum album
The path that like the dragon shadow
to CIA camera angles
They got a on every rap group
They killed the last man had proof
They after me for that I have too

I'm paranoid, tell me what the fuck asked you
You fuck around with me and Im'a to blast you
The CIA kill me, we bad news
Get the up out my way when I pass through
I'm paranoid, tell me the fuck they asked you
You fuck around me and Im'a have to blast you
The CIA tryna kill me, we bad
around with Non-Phixion thats a bad move

[Sabac
Symbolisms, live life lead, learn
Struggle war drug fiends, the white house burn
Sex, pain, fear, freedom love, young guns be
Genocide, revolution, souls, prostitutin
Military confrontation, sex, and masturbation
Peace to all the homeless livin in the train station
Project war, spill the one four
Lock the door, burn the now everybody hit the mutha fuckin floor
bustin out a blunt for this shit
I'm number six on they list next to kiss and all kids
Cause I run wit Asians, Latinos and fists
5 percent is caucasians thugs who live
They broke in my house, planted bugs in ma lamps and my
They after me, Let me find out
I'm not havin it, My rap attract the like a magnet
The bastards gettin under crowded parties wit no laminents
If Im'a die, Im'a die bustin and
I'm hostile for the people, fuck them and corruptions
Nuttin for nuttin, and if they do
ID me due to my tattoo

Projects for jackets, electric shock states
A rock could fall out, for royalty rates
Get ya drink on, we the bombs, spit in ya face
Smart to change cars like cruise the block I do it for
spite work, the fancy knife work
Hit to Chirst striking prison Ice shirts
I dues, nothin to lose, Steady bustin off weapons In 2's
When I home I be smellin shit and furnitures moved
Eat a slug, take weight off, I lit it so real
I do this for the dead, rest in I'm holdin you near
Makin on time, 12 years we on tour we you back off
Support that jack the car seats and tear ya scalp off
of merits, inherited for way back
Cyanide in bullets, so I should my stats
We too futuristic, to robots, experiments
Four point restraint and my hyper cube on
Pain Veterans, souls
Its gettin bigger now the runnin the globe
Its my mechanics, either wit a gat or xanax
panic until the sabbath