Luyện nghe bài hát Broken Halo

The kid the broken halo
The devil won't to let me go
true the letters that they sent from school to my mother
Chino's too and does not play well with others
Rappers blinded and brainwash and need to be
The Puerto superhero no assembly required
Dark and agnostic, I torture you targeting my
Bastard be careful, like a with glasses in a mosh pit
I flow free, spit religiously with each
With more lines than there are in Lee's neck
I'm with a pencil, he's done
But fuck sticking a fork in him, stab him every kitchen utensil I can find
The brutalist, underpunched tutelage, proving it's in my jeans like relig
The are slim to none that you can live
You don't want to be me is not
It'll be cool to be you, just to witness my beauty in three
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 take credit for a ton of police, it's fault
carve my name in your face and fill the wounds up with table salt
The mission, infiltrate the system with or without
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 death, we defeat it fair and square
Tearing your faggott ass in half and laugh and try to me
You ain't worth the urine existing in my piss stream
Since the cradle a word angel with a halo
The kid with the 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 like it's Deal Or No
They try to get at me, bitter the kid out they bosses
I'll have the literally littered with rapper's corpses
Bringer of death, barbarian impale
If God was a rapper He'd be Chino XL
Stuck up, snotty, known to body rappers
Leave 'em like Sampson with his gouged out by the Phiilistines
Of my own style, I'm the father, Povich
Chino's so tight in the booth, I'm feeling
Free of the corporate theater, my heater is soon
If I attack you on stage you will not make it to your room
They call me brutal I don't think a cop should shoot 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 a blow torch
You hold a candle
Y'all ain't no vandals wearing jeans and Croc sandels
My art canvas will panics
Will heartlessly go to the Zoo bear handed to tear apart Pandas
I wanna scalp these traitors and bring out my thoughts
Cause revolution has been a spectator sport
Chino, the muscle fill will lay you right in a tomb
There will be nowhere on your body that doesn't a wound
I write like someone's life of a cartoon
The fiendish, human Venus Flytrap of raps is in full
on the payroll even with my broken halo
The kid the broken halo
The won't seem to let me go