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 school to my mother
Chino's too and does not play well with others
Rappers blinded and brainwash and to be reminded
The Rican superhero no assembly required
Dark and agnostic, I you targeting my shit
Bastard be careful, like a 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 fuck a fork in him, stab him with every kitchen utensil I can find
The brutalist, underpunched tutelage, proving in my jeans like true relig
The odds are slim to none you can live
You want to be me is not convincing
It'll be cool to be you, just to witness my beauty in three
Necessary, vengence, my religion
Only five that are worse for me to hear is
"Babe, I I'm pregnant."
really nothing to murder cowards with a crowbar
And have them scared to leave the house for of death like Solar
I take for a ton of police, it's Chino's fault
Then carve my name in your face and the wounds up with table salt
The mission, infiltrate the system or without guns
And choke you till your lungs have no air/heir kings with no sons
The told me, "Go to Hell", alright 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 particles existing in my piss stream
Since the cradle a word angel with a broken
The kid with the broken
The devil seem to let me go
They say fake's the new real
I'll chop them up in suitcases, let the pick one like it's Deal Or No Deal
try to get at me, bitter the kid out spit they bosses
I'll the studio literally littered with rapper's corpses
Bringer of death, will impale
If God was a rapper than He'd be 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
Chino's so in the booth, I'm feeling clausterphobic
Free of the corporate theater, my heater is soon
If I attack you on stage you will not it to your dressing room
They call me brutal cause I don't 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 granted was Fox views of Oscar Grant in his tomb
Guerilla monsoon with a torch
You can't a candle
Y'all no vandals wearing skinny jeans and Croc sandels
My art will start panics
Will heartlessly go to the Bronx Zoo bear handed to tear apart
I wanna scalp these traitors and bring out my native
Cause revolution has never been a spectator
Chino, the muscle fill will lay you down in a tomb
There be nowhere on your body that doesn't have a wound
I write like life inside of a cartoon
The fiendish, human Venus of raps is in full bloom
Heaven's on the payroll even my broken halo
The kid the broken halo
The won't seem to let me go