Luyện nghe bài hát Broken Halo

The kid with the halo
The devil won't to let me go
It's true the letters that they sent school to my mother
Chino's too wild and does not play with others
Rappers blinded and brainwash and need to be
The Puerto Rican superhero no required
Dark and agnostic, I torture you targeting my
Bastard be careful, like a nigga with glasses in a pit
I flow free, religiously with each breath
With more lines than are in Kimora Lee's neck
I'm sick with a pencil, he's
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 odds are slim to that you can live
You don't want to be me is not
be cool to be you, just to witness my beauty in three diminsions
Necessary, vengence, my religion
Only five words that are worse for me to is
"Babe, I I'm pregnant."
It's nothing to murder cowards with a crowbar
And have them scared to leave the house for fear of death like
I credit for a ton of police, it's Chino's fault
carve my name in your face and fill the wounds up with table salt
The mission, the system with or without guns
And choke you till your lungs have no air/heir kings with no sons
The world told me, "Go to Hell", I'll meet you there
Latino's don't cheat death, we it fair and square
your faggott ass in half and laugh and try to diss me
You ain't worth the urine particles existing in my piss
Since the cradle a word angel with a broken
The kid the broken halo
The won't seem to let me go
They say that the new real
I'll chop them up in suitcases, let the familiy pick one it's Deal Or No Deal
They try to get at me, bitter the kid out spit they
I'll have the studio littered with rapper's corpses
of death, barbarian will impale
If God was a rapper than be Chino XL
Stuck up, snotty, to body rappers biblically
Leave 'em like with his eyes gouged out by the Phiilistines
Of my own style, I'm the father, Povich
so tight in the booth, I'm feeling clausterphobic
Free of the corporate theater, my is coming soon
If I you on stage you will not make it to your dressing room
They call me brutal I don't think a cop should shoot you
Then get away with it, we shouldn't have it, on, be truthful
My homie tried to get a to go to school
All he was granted was Fox News views of Oscar in his tomb
monsoon with a blow torch
You can't hold a
Y'all no vandals wearing skinny jeans and Croc sandels
My art canvas will panics
Will go to the Bronx Zoo bear handed to tear apart Pandas
I wanna these traitors and bring out my native thoughts
Cause revolution has never been a sport
Chino, the muscle fill lay you down right in a tomb
will be nowhere on your body that doesn't have a wound
I like 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 halo
The devil seem to let me go