Luyện nghe bài hát Broken Halo

The kid with the halo
The won't seem to let me go
It's the letters that they sent from school to my mother
Chino's too wild and does not play with others
Rappers blinded and brainwash and need to be
The Puerto superhero no assembly required
Dark and agnostic, I you targeting my shit
Bastard be careful, like a nigga with glasses in a 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, him with every kitchen utensil I can find
The brutalist, underpunched tutelage, proving it's in my jeans like true
The odds are slim to none that you can
You don't to be me is not convincing
It'll be cool to be you, just to witness my beauty in three
Necessary, vengence, losing my
Only five words 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 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 no sons
The told me, "Go to Hell", alright I'll meet you there
Latino's 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 cradle a word angel with a broken
The kid with the halo
The devil won't to let me go
say that fake's the new real
I'll chop up in suitcases, let the familiy pick one like it's Deal Or No Deal
They try to get at me, bitter the kid out they bosses
I'll have the studio literally littered with corpses
Bringer of death, barbarian impale
If God was a rapper He'd be Chino XL
Stuck up, snotty, known to body biblically
Leave 'em like Sampson with his eyes gouged out by the
Of my own style, I'm the father, Maury
so tight 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 cause I don't think a cop should shoot you
Then get away it, we shouldn't have it, come on, be truthful
My homie tried to get a grant to go to
All he was granted was Fox News of Oscar Grant in his tomb
Guerilla monsoon a blow torch
You hold a candle
Y'all ain't no vandals wearing skinny jeans and sandels
My art canvas will start
Will heartlessly go to the Zoo bear handed to tear apart Pandas
I wanna scalp these traitors and out my native thoughts
Cause revolution has never been a spectator
Chino, the muscle fill lay you down right in a tomb
There will be on your body that doesn't have a wound
I write someone's life inside of a cartoon
The fiendish, Venus Flytrap of raps is in full bloom
on the payroll even with my broken halo
The kid with the halo
The devil seem to let me go