Luyện nghe bài hát Broken Halo

The kid the broken halo
The devil won't to let me go
It's the letters that they sent from school to my mother
Chino's too wild and does not play well with
Rappers blinded and brainwash and need to be
The Puerto Rican superhero no required
and agnostic, I torture you targeting my shit
Bastard be careful, like a nigga with glasses in a pit
I flow free, spit religiously with breath
With more lines than there are in Lee's neck
I'm sick with a pencil, done
But fuck sticking a in him, stab him with every kitchen utensil I can find
The brutalist, underpunched tutelage, it's in my jeans like true relig
The odds are to none that you can live
You don't want to be me is not
It'll be cool to be you, just to witness my in three diminsions
Necessary, vengence, my religion
Only words that are worse for me to hear is
"Babe, I I'm pregnant."
It's really nothing to murder with a crowbar
And have them scared to leave the house for fear of death Solar
I take credit for a ton of police, it's Chino's
Then carve my name in your face and fill the wounds up table salt
The mission, infiltrate the with or without guns
And choke you till your lungs have no like kings with no sons
The world told me, "Go to Hell", alright I'll you there
Latino's don't cheat death, we defeat it fair and
Tearing your faggott ass in half and and try to diss me
You ain't worth the urine particles in my piss stream
the cradle a word angel with a broken halo
The kid with the halo
The won't seem to let me go
say that fake's the new real
I'll chop them up in suitcases, let the familiy pick one like it's Deal Or No
They try to get at me, the kid out spit they bosses
I'll have the studio literally littered with rapper's
Bringer of death, barbarian will
If God was a rapper than be Chino XL
Stuck up, snotty, known to rappers biblically
Leave 'em like Sampson 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 you will not make it to your dressing room
call me brutal cause I don't think a cop should shoot you
Then get away with it, we have it, come on, be truthful
My homie tried to get a grant to go to
All he was granted was Fox News views of Oscar in his tomb
Guerilla monsoon with a torch
You can't hold a
Y'all ain't no vandals wearing skinny jeans and sandels
My art canvas start panics
Will heartlessly go to the Bronx Zoo handed to tear apart Pandas
I wanna scalp these traitors and bring out my native
revolution has never been a spectator sport
Chino, the muscle fill will lay you down in a tomb
There will be nowhere on your body doesn't have a wound
I write someone's life inside of a cartoon
The fiendish, Venus Flytrap of raps is in full bloom
Heaven's on the even with my broken halo
The kid with the broken
The devil won't to let me go