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

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be the real 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 of the secret service
double agent, shoot your mother with my brothers favorite
12 gauge at your brain, strange universe, I'm too famous
Leaving the muder scene blameless, drug
that'll blaze with laser guns
Saying what I wrote, you feel I feel
They see the same
We made a biscuit do the talk and it richer
Nobody gets a record deal, you gotta take shit
Treat the record label a slut, then rape that bitch
I it simple for these stupid cats
you the facts, but in reality, you a trap
Jesus Christ was a gangsta
killed him then he came back and made a platinum album
The path that like the dragon shadow
to CIA camera angles
They got a on every rap group
They killed the last man had proof
They after me for 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 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 have to blast you
The CIA tryna me, we bad news
Fuck around with Non-Phixion a bad move

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Symbolisms, socialism's live lead, learn
Struggle war whole drug fiends, the white burn
Sex, pain, fear, freedom love, young be shootin
Genocide, revolution, lost souls,
Military confrontation, sex, and masturbation
Peace to all the homeless people livin in the station
Project war, the one verse four
Lock the door, burn the disc now everybody hit the mutha floor
They bustin out a blunt for shit
I'm six on they list next to kiss and all these kids
Cause I run wit Asians, Latinos and Black
5 percent is caucasians who live 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 service like a
The bastards gettin like crowded parties wit no laminents
If die, Im'a die bustin and strugglin
I'm hostile for the people, fuck them 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, traded for royalty
Get ya on, we build the bombs, spit in ya face
Smart to change cars like the block I do it for chase
Nice work, the fancy knife work
Hit to Chirst Non-Phixion striking prison Ice
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
on time, 12 years we on tour we blow 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 the globe
Its my mechanics, either wit a gat or xanax
Widespread until the sabbath