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

[Ill
be the real hip hop
We you wanna kill cops
Cats hatin, 'cause they know I girls twats
You feel helpless, jealous, we killed Elvis
I shot with the help of the secret service
double agent, shoot your mother with my brothers favorite
12 gauge waving at your brain, universe, I'm too famous
Leaving the muder scene blameless, entertainment
Thugs that'll with laser guns
what 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
the record label like a slut, then rape that bitch
I keep it simple for these stupid
Claiming you the facts, but in reality, you a
Jesus Christ was a rapper
They killed him he came back and made a platinum album
The path that travels like the dragon
Invisible to CIA angles
They got a file on rap group
killed the last man that had proof
They after me for information I have too

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

[Sabac
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 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 list next to and all these kids
Cause I run wit Asians, Latinos and Black
5 is caucasians thugs who live communist
They broke in my house, planted bugs in ma and my couch
They after me, what? Let me out
I'm not it, My rap attract the service like a magnet
The bastards under like crowded parties wit no laminents
If Im'a die, Im'a die and strugglin
I'm hostile for the people, them devils 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 the bombs, spit in ya face
Smart to cars like cruise 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, Steady bustin off In 2's
When I come home I be smellin shit and moved
Eat a slug, some weight off, I lit it so real
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 ya scalp off
Soldiers of merits, for way back
Cyanide in bullets, so I follow my stats
We too futuristic, to robots, experiments
Four point restraint and my hyper cube on
Veterans, crippling souls
Its gettin bigger now the information the globe
Its my mechanics, either wit a gat or xanax
Widespread until the sabbath