Luyện nghe bài hát Broken Halo

The kid with the broken
The devil seem to let me go
It's true the letters that they from school to my mother
Chino's too wild and does not well with others
Rappers blinded and and need to be reminded
The Rican superhero no assembly required
Dark and agnostic, I you targeting my shit
Bastard be careful, like a nigga glasses in a mosh pit
I free, spit religiously with each breath
more lines than there are in Kimora Lee's neck
I'm with a pencil, he's done
But fuck sticking a fork in him, stab him every kitchen utensil I can find
The brutalist, underpunched tutelage, proving it's in my jeans true relig
The are slim to none that you can live
You don't want to be me is not
It'll be cool to be you, to witness my beauty in three diminsions
Necessary, vengence, losing my
Only five words that are for me to hear is
"Babe, I I'm pregnant."
It's really nothing to murder cowards a crowbar
And have scared to leave the house for fear of death like Solar
I take credit for a ton of police, Chino's fault
Then carve my name in your face and fill the up with table salt
The mission, the system with or without guns
And you till your lungs have no air/heir like kings with no sons
The world told me, "Go to Hell", alright I'll you there
Latino's cheat death, we defeat it fair and square
Tearing your faggott ass in and laugh and try to diss me
You ain't worth the urine particles existing in my piss
Since the a word angel with a broken halo
The kid with the broken
The won't seem to let me go
They say that fake's the new
I'll chop up in suitcases, let the familiy pick one like it's Deal Or No Deal
try to get at me, bitter the kid out spit they bosses
I'll have the studio literally littered with corpses
Bringer of death, barbarian will
If God was a rapper than He'd be XL
Stuck up, snotty, known to rappers biblically
'em like Sampson with his eyes gouged out by the Phiilistines
Of my own style, I'm the father, Povich
Chino's so tight in the booth, I'm feeling
Free of the theater, my heater is coming soon
If I attack you on stage you will not make it to your room
They call me brutal cause I think a cop should shoot you
Then get away with it, we shouldn't it, come on, be truthful
My homie to get a grant to go to school
All he was was Fox News views of Oscar Grant in his tomb
monsoon with a blow torch
You can't hold a
Y'all ain't no wearing skinny jeans and Croc sandels
My art canvas will panics
Will heartlessly go to the Bronx Zoo bear handed to tear Pandas
I wanna scalp traitors and bring out my native thoughts
Cause revolution has been a spectator sport
Chino, the muscle fill lay you down right in a tomb
There will be nowhere on your body that doesn't have a
I write like someone's life inside of a
The fiendish, human Venus of raps is in full bloom
Heaven's on the payroll with my broken halo
The kid with the broken
The devil won't to let me go