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

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Non-Phixion be the hip hop
We make you wanna kill
Cats hatin, 'cause they know I finga twats
You feel helpless, jealous, we killed Elvis
I shot Reagan with the of the secret service
double agent, shoot your mother with my brothers favorite
12 gauge waving at brain, strange universe, I'm too famous
Leaving the scene blameless, drug entertainment
Thugs that'll with laser guns
Saying what I wrote, you feel I feel
see the same picture
We a biscuit do the talk and it became richer
Nobody gets a record deal, you take that shit
Treat the record label like a slut, then rape that
I it simple for these stupid cats
Claiming you the facts, but in reality, you a
Jesus was a gangsta rapper
They killed him then he came back and a platinum album
The path travels like the dragon shadow
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, tell me what the fuck asked you
You fuck around with me and Im'a to blast you
The CIA kill me, we bad news
Get the fuck up out my way I pass through
I'm paranoid, tell me what the fuck they you
You fuck around with me and Im'a 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 drug fiends, the white house burn
Sex, pain, fear, love, young guns be shootin
Genocide, revolution, souls, prostitutin
Military confrontation, sex, and masturbation
Peace to all the people livin in the train station
Project war, the one verse four
the door, burn the disc now everybody hit the mutha fuckin floor
They bustin out a for this shit
I'm number six on they next to kiss and all these kids
Cause I run wit Asians, Latinos and fists
5 percent is caucasians who live communist
They broke in my house, planted in ma lamps and my couch
They after me, what? Let me out
I'm not havin it, My rap attract the like a magnet
The bastards gettin under like crowded parties wit no
If Im'a die, die bustin and strugglin
I'm hostile for the people, fuck them and corruptions
for nuttin, and if somehow they do
They ID me due to my

Projects for straight jackets, electric states
A could fall out, traded for royalty rates
Get ya drink on, we build the bombs, spit in ya
Smart to change cars like cruise the I do it for chase
Nice spite work, the knife work
Hit to Non-Phixion striking prison Ice shirts
I paid dues, nothin to lose, bustin off weapons In 2's
When I home I be smellin shit and furnitures moved
Eat a slug, some weight 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 blow you off
Support cats that jack the car 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 hyper on medicines
Pain Veterans, souls
Its gettin bigger now the information runnin the
Its my mechanics, either wit a gat or xanax
Widespread panic until the