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

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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 shot Reagan with the help of the secret
Super double agent, shoot your mother my brothers favorite
12 gauge at your brain, strange universe, I'm too famous
Leaving the muder blameless, drug entertainment
Thugs that'll blaze with laser
what I wrote, you feel what I feel
They see the same
We a biscuit do the talk and it became richer
Nobody gets a deal, you gotta take that shit
Treat the record label like a slut, then that bitch
I keep it simple for these cats
you the facts, but in reality, you a trap
Jesus Christ was a gangsta
They killed him then he came back and made a platinum
The path that travels like the shadow
Invisible to CIA camera
got a file on every rap group
They killed the man that had proof
They me for information that I have too

I'm paranoid, tell me the fuck they asked you
You fuck around with me and Im'a have to you
The CIA tryna kill me, we bad
Get the fuck up out my way I pass through
I'm paranoid, me what the fuck they asked you
You fuck around with me and Im'a to blast you
The CIA kill me, we bad news
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 burn
Sex, pain, fear, love, young guns be shootin
Genocide, revolution, lost souls,
confrontation, safe sex, and masturbation
Peace to all the homeless people in the train station
Project war, spill the one four
Lock the door, burn the disc now everybody hit the mutha 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 fists
5 percent is caucasians who live communist
broke in my house, planted bugs in ma lamps and my couch
They after me, what? Let me out
I'm not havin it, My rap attract the service like a
The bastards gettin under crowded parties wit no laminents
If Im'a die, Im'a die and strugglin
I'm hostile for the people, fuck devils and corruptions
Nuttin for nuttin, and if somehow do
ID me due to my tattoo

Projects for jackets, electric shock states
A rock could fall out, for royalty 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 spite work, the knife work
Hit to Chirst Non-Phixion striking prison Ice
I paid dues, to lose, Steady bustin off weapons In 2's
When I home I be smellin shit and furnitures moved
Eat a slug, take some weight off, I lit it so
I do this for the dead, rest in peace I'm holdin you
on time, 12 years we on tour we blow you back off
Support cats that jack the car seats and tear ya off
of merits, inherited for way back
Cyanide in bullets, so I should follow my
We too futuristic, to robots, experiments
Four restraint and my hyper cube on medicines
Pain Veterans, souls
Its gettin bigger now the information the globe
Its just my mechanics, wit a gat or xanax
Widespread panic the sabbath