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 kill cops
Cats hatin, 'cause they I finga girls twats
You feel helpless, real jealous, we Elvis
I shot Reagan the help of the secret service
Super double agent, shoot your mother my brothers favorite
12 waving at your brain, strange universe, I'm too famous
Leaving the scene blameless, drug entertainment
that'll blaze with laser guns
Saying what I wrote, you feel what I
They see the picture
We a biscuit do the talk and it became richer
Nobody gets a deal, you gotta take that shit
Treat the record label a slut, then rape that bitch
I keep it simple for these cats
Claiming you the facts, but in reality, you a
Christ was a gangsta rapper
They killed him then he came back and made a platinum
The path that like the dragon shadow
Invisible to CIA camera
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 with me and Im'a have to blast you
The CIA tryna me, we bad news
Get the up out my way when I pass through
I'm paranoid, tell me what the they asked you
You fuck around with me and Im'a have to you
The CIA kill me, we bad news
Fuck with Non-Phixion thats a bad move

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Symbolisms, live life lead, learn
Struggle war whole drug fiends, the house burn
Sex, pain, fear, freedom love, young be shootin
Genocide, revolution, souls, prostitutin
Military confrontation, safe sex, and
Peace to all the people livin in the train station
war, spill the one verse four
Lock the door, burn the disc now everybody hit the mutha fuckin
They bustin out a for this shit
I'm six on they list next to kiss and all these kids
Cause I run wit Asians, Latinos and fists
5 percent is caucasians thugs who 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 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, fuck them devils and
for nuttin, and if somehow they do
They ID me due to my

Projects for jackets, electric shock states
A rock fall out, traded 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
Nice spite work, the fancy knife
Hit to Non-Phixion striking prison Ice shirts
I paid dues, to lose, Steady bustin off weapons In 2's
When I come home I be smellin shit and furnitures
Eat a slug, take some 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 you back off
Support cats that jack the car seats and ya scalp off
Soldiers of merits, for way back
in bullets, so I should follow my stats
We too futuristic, thugs to robots,
point restraint and my hyper cube on medicines
Pain Veterans, crippling
Its gettin bigger now the information the globe
Its just my mechanics, either wit a gat or
Widespread until the sabbath