Luyện nghe bài hát Chessking (Jus Allah)

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[Jus
I sublime comprehension
Divine
My enzymes studied by the minds at
To figure my design divide the Christians
Truth,
Brothers been of listening
A secret
Cursing Prophecy
Reading Verses That will Preach a
I speak
vain
Require more
your physically ordained to contain
I'm on the plane
Where everything one and the same
Where pleasure is
And rains
I seen you fear
passed beyond that
The that give you tears
I have and yawned at
Your heart tastes so weak and rank
I have to eat dog food to keep my strength
And my doors wide for anybody that wants some
But i don't live inside a house, I haunt one!

Allah]
I'm a prize,
FBI want me
They found the cold and flies
I em to drive
fall through knives till every part of you dies
figure my designs If you started at 5
Defend for youself, you'd be broken in
You fool you could probably pull rope through ears
You cold,
in original web-toed
My mind in the physical mode would
If what i knew spread round the
They'd start measuring my head for a crown of
Your weak is trying to climb a greased pole
In a deepest
Defeating man at his peakest
And seek to read my power for its use
But I can see the
I can Greek to beetlejuice
I'm high as fucking needle use
I'll even fucking piss in your mouth, give you proof

Allah]
I'm the king;
The between boxing and wrestling
you guessing
Only y'all stand
Being of measuring
Unquestioning,
not anything, I am everything
You save your
To go against a much advanced
Your dumb, you your hands before you eat swine
Simple too dense to even talk to us
There ain't an idea in his I haven't thought of
You thin skulled, a
My skins
More than yours ten fold
Repute! from now is the day of
The truth sounds out so its defeaning
Never will you come n my words
My unploughed will grow the last flowers of earth
In the last hours of mirth, be left to laugh at it
Watching how the walls of space collapses on these
Evil parishes, disappearing in its own
ignorance is erroneous
I was chosen to write the future as the said
Wouldn't be surprised at waking with an eye in my