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

[Ill
Non-Phixion be the hip hop
We you wanna kill cops
hatin, 'cause they know I finga girls twats
You feel helpless, real jealous, we killed
I shot Reagan with the of the secret service
Super agent, shoot your mother with my brothers favorite
12 waving at your brain, strange universe, I'm too famous
Leaving the muder blameless, drug entertainment
Thugs that'll blaze with laser
Saying what I wrote, you feel what I
see the same picture
We made a biscuit do the and it became richer
gets a record deal, you gotta take that shit
Treat the record label like a slut, then rape that
I keep it simple for these stupid
you the facts, but in reality, you a trap
Jesus was a gangsta rapper
They him then he came back and made a platinum album
The path that like the dragon shadow
Invisible to CIA angles
got a file on every rap group
They the last man that had proof
They after me for that I have too

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

[Sabac
Symbolisms, live life lead, learn
Struggle war whole drug fiends, the white house
Sex, pain, fear, freedom love, guns be shootin
Genocide, revolution, souls, prostitutin
Military confrontation, safe sex, and
to all the homeless people livin in the train station
Project war, spill the one verse
Lock the door, burn the disc now everybody hit the fuckin floor
They bustin out a for this shit
I'm number six on they list next to and all these kids
I run wit Asians, Latinos and Black fists
5 percent is thugs who live communist
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 service like a
The bastards gettin under like crowded wit no laminents
If Im'a die, die bustin and strugglin
I'm hostile for the people, fuck them devils and
Nuttin for nuttin, and if somehow do
They ID me due to my

Projects for straight jackets, shock states
A rock could fall out, for royalty rates
Get ya drink on, we the bombs, spit in ya face
Smart to cars like cruise the block I do it for chase
Nice spite work, the fancy knife
Hit to Chirst Non-Phixion striking Ice shirts
I paid dues, nothin to lose, Steady off weapons In 2's
When I come home I be smellin and furnitures moved
Eat a slug, take some off, I lit it so real
I do this for the dead, rest in peace I'm you near
on time, 12 years we on tour we blow you back off
Support cats jack the car seats and tear ya scalp off
Soldiers of merits, for way back
Cyanide in bullets, so I follow my stats
We too futuristic, thugs to robots,
Four point restraint and my hyper cube on
Pain Veterans, crippling
Its gettin bigger now the information runnin the
Its just my mechanics, either wit a gat or
Widespread until the sabbath