Luyện nghe bài hát Broken Halo

The kid the broken halo
The won't seem to let me go
It's true the letters that they sent school to my mother
Chino's too wild and does not play well with
Rappers blinded and and need to be reminded
The Puerto Rican superhero no assembly
Dark and agnostic, I torture you my shit
Bastard be careful, a nigga with glasses in a mosh pit
I flow free, religiously with each breath
With more 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 kitchen utensil I can
The brutalist, underpunched tutelage, proving it's in my jeans like true
The odds are slim to that you can live
You don't want to be me is not
It'll be 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 to leave the house for fear of death like Solar
I take credit for a ton of police, 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 like kings no sons
The world me, "Go to Hell", alright I'll meet 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 the urine particles existing in my piss stream
Since the cradle a word with a broken halo
The kid with the broken
The won't seem to let me go
They say fake's the new real
I'll chop up in suitcases, let the familiy pick one like it's Deal Or No Deal
try to get at me, bitter the kid out spit they bosses
I'll have the studio literally littered with rapper's
Bringer of death, will impale
If God was a rapper He'd be Chino 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
Chino's so tight in the booth, I'm clausterphobic
of the corporate theater, my heater is coming soon
If I attack you on stage you will not make it to your room
They call me brutal cause I think 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 blow
You can't a candle
Y'all ain't no wearing skinny jeans and Croc sandels
My art canvas will panics
Will heartlessly go to the Bronx Zoo bear handed to tear Pandas
I wanna scalp traitors and bring out my native thoughts
Cause revolution has been a spectator sport
Chino, the fill will lay you down right in a tomb
There will be nowhere on your body doesn't have a wound
I write like someone's inside of a cartoon
The fiendish, human Venus Flytrap of raps is in full
Heaven's on the payroll even with my broken
The kid the broken halo
The won't seem to let me go