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

[Ill
Non-Phixion be the hip hop
We make you kill cops
Cats hatin, 'cause they know I finga girls
You feel helpless, jealous, we killed Elvis
I shot Reagan with the help of the secret
Super double agent, shoot your mother with my brothers
12 gauge waving at your brain, universe, I'm too famous
Leaving the muder blameless, drug entertainment
Thugs blaze with laser guns
Saying what I wrote, you feel what I
They see the picture
We made a do the talk and it became richer
Nobody gets a record deal, you gotta take that
Treat the record label like a slut, then rape that
I keep it simple for stupid cats
Claiming you the facts, but in reality, you a
Christ was a gangsta rapper
They killed him then he came back and a platinum album
The path travels like the dragon shadow
Invisible to CIA angles
They got a file on every rap
They the last man that had proof
They after me for that I have too

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

[Sabac
Symbolisms, socialism's live life lead,
Struggle war whole drug fiends, the white house
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 verse
the door, burn the disc now everybody hit the mutha fuckin floor
They bustin out a blunt for shit
I'm number six on they list next to and all these kids
I run wit Asians, Latinos and Black fists
5 percent is thugs who live communist
They broke in my house, bugs in ma lamps and my couch
They me, what? 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 die, Im'a die bustin and strugglin
I'm for the people, fuck them devils and corruptions
Nuttin for nuttin, and if somehow do
ID me due to my tattoo

Projects for straight jackets, electric shock
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 block I do it for
Nice work, the fancy knife work
Hit to Chirst striking prison Ice shirts
I paid dues, nothin to lose, Steady bustin off In 2's
When I home I be smellin shit 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
Makin on time, 12 years we on tour we you back off
Support that jack the car seats and tear ya scalp off
of merits, inherited 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
Pain Veterans, crippling
Its gettin now the information runnin the globe
Its my mechanics, either wit a gat or xanax
Widespread until the sabbath