Luyện nghe bài hát Broken Halo

The kid with the halo
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 play with others
blinded and brainwash and need to be reminded
The Puerto Rican superhero no required
and agnostic, I torture you targeting my shit
Bastard be careful, a nigga with glasses in a mosh pit
I flow free, religiously with each breath
With lines than there are in Kimora Lee's neck
I'm sick with a pencil, done
But fuck sticking a fork in him, stab him with every utensil I can find
The brutalist, underpunched tutelage, proving it's in my like true relig
The odds are to none that you can live
You don't to be me is not convincing
It'll be cool to be you, just to witness my beauty in diminsions
Necessary, vengence, my religion
Only five words are worse for me to hear is
"Babe, I I'm pregnant."
It's really to murder cowards with a crowbar
And have them scared to leave the for fear of death like Solar
I credit for a ton of police, it's Chino's fault
Then carve my name in 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 kings with no
The world told me, "Go to Hell", alright I'll meet you
Latino's don't cheat death, we defeat it fair and
your faggott ass in half and laugh and try to diss me
You ain't worth the urine particles in my piss stream
Since the cradle a word angel with a broken
The kid the broken halo
The devil seem to let me go
They say that 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, bitter the kid out they bosses
I'll have the studio literally with rapper's corpses
Bringer of death, will impale
If God was a rapper He'd be Chino XL
Stuck up, snotty, known to body rappers
Leave 'em like Sampson with his eyes out by the Phiilistines
Of my own style, I'm the father, Maury
so tight in the booth, I'm feeling clausterphobic
Free of the corporate theater, my heater is coming
If I attack you on stage you will not make it to your dressing
They call me brutal cause I don't think a cop shoot you
Then get away it, we shouldn't 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 Grant in his tomb
Guerilla with a blow torch
You can't a candle
ain't no vandals wearing skinny jeans and Croc sandels
My art canvas start panics
Will heartlessly go to the Bronx Zoo bear handed to apart Pandas
I wanna these traitors and bring out my native thoughts
Cause revolution has never been a sport
Chino, the muscle fill will lay you down right in a
There will be nowhere on your body doesn't have a wound
I write like someone's life inside of a
The fiendish, human Venus Flytrap of raps is in bloom
Heaven's on the payroll with my broken halo
The kid the broken halo
The won't seem to let me go