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 girls twats
You feel helpless, real jealous, we killed
I Reagan with the help of the secret service
Super double agent, shoot your with my brothers favorite
12 gauge waving at your brain, universe, I'm too famous
Leaving the muder scene blameless, entertainment
Thugs that'll blaze 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 record deal, you gotta that shit
Treat the record label like a slut, then that bitch
I keep it simple for these cats
Claiming you the facts, but in reality, you a
Jesus Christ was a rapper
killed him then he came back and made a platinum album
The path travels like the dragon shadow
to CIA camera angles
They got a file on every rap
They killed the last man had proof
after me for information that I have too

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

[Sabac
Symbolisms, socialism's life lead, learn
Struggle war whole fiends, the white house burn
Sex, pain, fear, freedom love, guns be shootin
Genocide, revolution, lost souls,
Military confrontation, safe sex, and
Peace to all the homeless people livin in the station
Project war, spill the one verse
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 list next to kiss and all kids
I run wit Asians, Latinos and Black fists
5 is caucasians thugs who live communist
They broke in my house, planted bugs in ma lamps and my
after me, what? Let me find out
I'm not havin it, My rap attract the service 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 devils and
Nuttin for nuttin, and if they do
ID me due to my tattoo

Projects for straight jackets, electric shock
A rock could fall out, traded for royalty
Get ya drink on, we build the bombs, in ya face
Smart to change cars like the block I do it for chase
Nice spite work, the fancy work
Hit to Non-Phixion striking prison Ice shirts
I paid dues, nothin to lose, bustin 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 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 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 cube on medicines
Veterans, crippling souls
Its gettin bigger now the information runnin the
Its my mechanics, either wit a gat or xanax
Widespread panic the sabbath