Luyện nghe bài hát Broken Halo

The kid the broken halo
The devil seem to let me go
It's true the letters that they sent from school to my
Chino's too wild and does not play well others
Rappers blinded and brainwash and to be reminded
The Puerto Rican no assembly required
Dark and agnostic, I you targeting my shit
Bastard be careful, a nigga with glasses in a mosh pit
I flow free, spit with each breath
With more lines there are in Kimora Lee's neck
I'm with a pencil, he's done
But sticking a fork in him, stab him with every kitchen utensil I can find
The brutalist, underpunched tutelage, it's in my jeans like true relig
The are slim to none that you can live
You don't to be me is not convincing
It'll be to be you, just to witness my beauty in three diminsions
Necessary, vengence, losing my
Only words that are worse for me to hear is
"Babe, I I'm pregnant."
It's really nothing to murder cowards with a
And have scared to leave the house for fear of death like Solar
I credit for a ton of police, it's Chino's fault
Then carve my in your face and fill the wounds up with table salt
The mission, infiltrate the system with or guns
And choke you till your lungs have no air/heir like with no sons
The told me, "Go to Hell", alright I'll meet you there
Latino's don't cheat death, we defeat it and square
Tearing your faggott ass in half and and try to diss me
You ain't the urine particles existing in my piss stream
Since the cradle a word angel a broken halo
The kid with the broken
The devil won't to let me go
They say fake's the new real
I'll chop them up in suitcases, let the familiy one like it's Deal Or No Deal
They try to get at me, bitter the kid out spit they
I'll have the studio literally with rapper's corpses
of death, barbarian will impale
If God was a rapper than be Chino XL
Stuck up, snotty, known to rappers biblically
Leave 'em like Sampson with his eyes gouged out by the
Of my own style, I'm the father, Maury
so tight in the booth, I'm feeling clausterphobic
Free of the corporate theater, my is coming soon
If I attack you on stage you not make it to your dressing room
They call me cause I don't think a cop should shoot you
get away with it, we shouldn't have 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
Guerilla with a blow torch
You can't a candle
Y'all no vandals wearing skinny jeans and Croc sandels
My art canvas will panics
Will heartlessly go to the Bronx Zoo handed to tear apart Pandas
I wanna scalp these and bring out my native thoughts
Cause revolution has never a spectator sport
Chino, the muscle fill will lay you down right in a
There will be nowhere on body that doesn't have a wound
I write like someone's life of a cartoon
The fiendish, human Flytrap of raps is in full bloom
on the payroll even with my broken halo
The kid with the broken
The devil seem to let me go