Luyện nghe bài hát Black Jesus

Hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me
I don't wanna here
up, got to pay
Yeah, it's like that
Blow his out, make his shoes work

Aye yo, this shit be off the it rock
Whatever cock block it, cat get blown, who own this corner
Foreigner to rock a hummer
Navy seal top runner, this summer
For real, nigga's skatin'
Debatin' waitin' style relatin'
Fine line it on ya like Venetian blinds
The mission is mine, fabulous King I

hydro collado
Yo dunn Polly dis conjunction
Son what, slang doctor, Medicaid the pay it
Say if these in affect dunn, stay rap related
Cassette rhymer, 5-G co-signer, line for
designer, sharp like liners
Mic of the award, fly gear award
Them niggas over there be analyzin' for one

Get bent, pay the rent, plus we invent
Nuff shit to get whole team, crazily sent
Now all I need is a half of weed
Proceed, to bust as Mike Ditka made seeds
Then Max out like two ack's inside the lot
Son bark a lot and get seen hit in dark a lot
What now blow, clickin' a Calico
Gold Max million, one love keep it yo

Yo, hit me for these Tommy Hill, ice rockin'
Peace, the summer's mine, I the biggest
Back up off me, while I grab my and hold the heini
Park the blue 600, Wally Kings is right me
Tackle clubs, never rock lugz, I'm way
This mic is like golden gloves verses spark
It's like the pennant, seminars the
the J off like Cochran got O.J. off

The specialist who eyeballed the mistress
Perpetuous, this head kid's treturous
Leggo the eggo, so we can dip dip the gleego
can-can, eat that plus this instrumental
Auh shit say, "Stark-aligist,
Fried halibut"

Pull out the bull horn and celebrate like Kunta was
We our way inside loud and got on
I played the buildin', burn a and get filled in
Like pilgrims G-in' pep farms from out a million
Who rhyme, who wanna challenge the swordsman?
That rock that hat like Gorden's

I hose down the place, no shots to the
Elite special no religion style faith
The meltin' pot boil gun shot soil
Gamble when I scramble handle hot of oil
Man handle brain killin' my hidden
Streets may be put your 9-6 bid in
Vampire curse disperse on each
in black water, act slaughter through my earth

You're hit by my element wall of China
Mountain hold the globe like vagina
Measure on my mic stand, and strand
Finger rollin' ride the horse one hand
eye, spy vs. spy, guilty of suspicion
Chess boxer, mic in dead position
40 O.Z. ciga-art, three invented
Divine universal man representin'

Similar the pure, rhyme blowin' out the
Battery in the back, keep it for the raw
I'm bred type thorough, lyro gun hero
Renaissance rebel shadow boxin' barrel
woven Beethoven, hit you on a humble
Hard enough to hurt you, my rap styles
Lock down, for this