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

I'm paranoid, tell me what the fuck asked you
You fuck around me and Im'a have to blast you
The CIA tryna kill me, we bad
Get the fuck up out my way I pass through
I'm paranoid, tell me what the they asked you
You around with 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, socialism's life lead, learn
Struggle war whole drug fiends, the white house
Sex, pain, fear, freedom love, young guns be
Genocide, revolution, lost souls,
confrontation, safe sex, and masturbation
Peace to all the homeless people in the train station
Project war, the one verse four
Lock the door, the disc now everybody hit the mutha fuckin floor
bustin out a blunt for this shit
I'm number six on list next to kiss and all these kids
Cause I run wit Asians, and Black fists
5 percent is caucasians who live communist
They broke in my house, bugs in ma lamps and my couch
They after me, Let me find out
I'm not havin it, My rap the service like a magnet
The gettin under like crowded parties wit no laminents
If Im'a die, Im'a die bustin and
I'm hostile for the people, them devils and corruptions
Nuttin for nuttin, and if somehow do
They ID me due to my

Projects for jackets, electric shock states
A rock could fall out, for royalty rates
Get ya drink on, we build the bombs, spit in ya
to change cars like cruise the block I do it for chase
Nice spite work, the knife work
Hit to Chirst Non-Phixion prison Ice shirts
I paid dues, to lose, Steady bustin off weapons In 2's
I come 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 peace I'm holdin you
Makin on time, 12 years we on tour we blow you off
Support cats that the car seats and tear ya scalp off
Soldiers of merits, for way back
Cyanide in bullets, so I should my stats
We too futuristic, to robots, experiments
Four point restraint and my cube on medicines
Pain Veterans, souls
Its gettin bigger now the runnin the globe
Its just my mechanics, either wit a gat or
Widespread panic the sabbath