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

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be the real hip hop
We make you wanna kill
Cats hatin, they know I finga girls twats
You feel helpless, real jealous, we Elvis
I Reagan with the help of the secret service
Super double agent, shoot your mother with my favorite
12 gauge at your brain, strange universe, I'm too famous
Leaving the muder blameless, drug entertainment
Thugs that'll with laser guns
Saying I wrote, you feel what I feel
They see the picture
We made a do the talk and it became richer
Nobody gets a record deal, you gotta that shit
Treat the record label like a slut, then that bitch
I it simple for these stupid cats
you the facts, but in reality, you a trap
Jesus Christ was a rapper
They him then he came back and made a platinum album
The path that travels like the dragon
to CIA camera angles
They got a on every rap group
killed the last man that had proof
They after me for information that I too

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

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Symbolisms, socialism's live lead, learn
Struggle war whole drug fiends, the white house
Sex, pain, fear, freedom love, young guns be
Genocide, revolution, souls, prostitutin
Military confrontation, safe sex, and
Peace to all the homeless people in the train station
war, spill the one verse four
Lock the door, burn the disc now everybody hit the fuckin floor
bustin out a blunt for this shit
I'm number six on they next to kiss and all these kids
Cause I run wit Asians, Latinos and Black
5 percent is caucasians thugs who live
They broke in my house, planted bugs in ma lamps and my
They me, what? 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, die bustin and strugglin
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 straight jackets, electric states
A rock could fall out, traded for rates
Get ya on, we build the bombs, spit in ya face
Smart to change cars like cruise the I do it for chase
Nice work, the fancy knife work
Hit to Chirst Non-Phixion striking prison Ice
I paid dues, to lose, Steady bustin off weapons In 2's
When I come I be smellin shit and furnitures moved
Eat a slug, take some off, I lit it so real
I do for the dead, rest in peace I'm holdin you near
Makin on time, 12 years we on tour we you back off
Support cats that jack the car 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
point restraint and my hyper cube on medicines
Pain Veterans, crippling
Its gettin bigger now the runnin the globe
Its just my mechanics, either wit a gat or
Widespread panic until the