Luyện nghe bài hát Broken Halo

The kid with the broken
The won't seem to let me go
It's true the letters that sent from school to my mother
Chino's too wild and not play well with others
Rappers blinded and brainwash and to be reminded
The Puerto Rican no assembly required
Dark and agnostic, I you targeting my shit
Bastard be careful, a nigga 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 sick with a pencil, 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 true relig
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 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 the house for fear of death like Solar
I take credit for a ton of police, it's Chino's
Then carve my name in your face and fill the wounds up with salt
The mission, infiltrate the system 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 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 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 it's Deal Or No Deal
They try to get at me, bitter the kid out they bosses
have the studio literally littered with rapper's corpses
Bringer of death, barbarian will
If God was a rapper He'd be Chino XL
Stuck up, snotty, known to body biblically
Leave 'em like Sampson his eyes gouged out by the Phiilistines
Of my own style, I'm the father, Maury
Chino's so tight in the booth, I'm feeling
Free of the corporate theater, my 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 shoot you
Then get 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 News views of Oscar Grant in his
monsoon with a blow torch
You can't a candle
Y'all ain't no wearing skinny jeans and Croc sandels
My art canvas start panics
Will go to the Bronx Zoo bear handed to tear apart Pandas
I scalp these traitors and bring out my native thoughts
Cause revolution has never been a spectator
Chino, the muscle fill will lay you down right in a
There will be nowhere on your body doesn't have a wound
I write like someone's life of a cartoon
The fiendish, human Venus Flytrap of is in full bloom
on the payroll even with my broken halo
The kid with the halo
The devil won't to let me go