Luyện nghe bài hát Broken Halo

The kid the broken halo
The devil seem to let me go
It's true the letters that sent from school to my mother
Chino's too wild and does not well 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, like a with glasses in a mosh pit
I flow free, spit religiously each breath
With more lines than are in Kimora Lee's neck
I'm with a pencil, he's done
But fuck sticking a in him, stab him with every kitchen utensil I can find
The brutalist, underpunched tutelage, proving it's in my jeans like true
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 words that are worse for me to hear is
"Babe, I I'm pregnant."
It's nothing to murder cowards with a crowbar
And have them scared to the house for fear of death like Solar
I credit for a ton of police, it's Chino's fault
Then carve my name in your 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 like with no sons
The world told me, "Go to Hell", I'll meet you there
don't cheat death, we defeat it fair and square
Tearing faggott ass in half and laugh and try to diss me
You ain't worth the urine particles existing in my stream
Since the a word angel with a broken halo
The kid with the broken
The won't seem to let me go
They say that fake's the new
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 littered rapper's corpses
Bringer of death, barbarian 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, Povich
so tight in the booth, I'm feeling clausterphobic
Free of the theater, my heater is coming soon
If I attack you on you will not make it to your dressing room
They call me brutal cause I don't think a cop should you
get away with it, we shouldn't have it, come on, be truthful
My homie tried to get a to go to school
All he was granted was Fox News views of Oscar Grant in his
Guerilla monsoon with a blow
You can't a candle
Y'all ain't no vandals wearing skinny and Croc sandels
My art canvas will start
Will heartlessly go to the Bronx Zoo bear handed to apart Pandas
I scalp these traitors and bring out my native thoughts
Cause revolution has never a spectator sport
Chino, the muscle fill will lay you right in a tomb
will be nowhere on your body that doesn't have a wound
I write like someone's life of a cartoon
The fiendish, Venus Flytrap of raps is in full bloom
Heaven's on the payroll even with my broken
The kid the broken halo
The devil seem to let me go