Luyện nghe bài hát Broken Halo

The kid with the broken
The won't seem to let me go
It's true the that they sent from school to my mother
too wild and does not play well with others
Rappers blinded and and need to be reminded
The Rican superhero no assembly required
Dark and agnostic, I torture you my shit
Bastard be careful, like a nigga 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 a pencil, he's done
But sticking a fork in him, stab him with every kitchen utensil I can find
The brutalist, underpunched tutelage, proving it's in my like true relig
The odds are slim to none 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 three
Necessary, vengence, losing my
Only five words are worse for me to hear is
"Babe, I I'm pregnant."
It's really nothing to murder with a crowbar
And have them to leave the house for fear of death like Solar
I take credit for a ton of police, it's fault
Then 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 have no air/heir like kings with no sons
The world told me, "Go to Hell", I'll meet you there
Latino's don't cheat death, we defeat it and square
Tearing your faggott ass in half and laugh and try to me
You ain't worth the urine particles existing in my piss
Since the cradle a word angel a broken halo
The kid with the broken
The devil seem to let me go
They say fake's the new real
I'll them 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 spit bosses
I'll have the studio literally with rapper's corpses
of death, barbarian will impale
If God was a rapper than He'd be XL
up, snotty, known to body rappers biblically
Leave 'em like with his eyes gouged out by the Phiilistines
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 brutal cause I don't a cop should shoot you
Then get 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 views of Oscar Grant in his tomb
Guerilla monsoon a blow torch
You hold a candle
Y'all ain't no vandals skinny jeans and Croc sandels
My art will start panics
Will heartlessly go to the Bronx Zoo bear to tear apart Pandas
I wanna scalp these and bring out my native thoughts
Cause revolution has been a spectator sport
Chino, the muscle fill lay you down right in a tomb
There will be nowhere on your body doesn't have a wound
I write like life inside of a cartoon
The fiendish, Venus Flytrap of raps is in full bloom
Heaven's on the payroll with my broken halo
The kid with the halo
The devil seem to let me go