Luyện nghe bài hát Chessking (Jus Allah)

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[Jus
I have sublime
Intervention
My enzymes by the minds at Princeton
To figure my would divide the Christians
Truth,
Brothers been of listening
A Odyssey
Cursing Prophecy
Reading Verses That will a Demonolgy
I speak
Lord
Require more
Than your ordained to contain
I'm on the next
Where everything one and the same
pleasure is pain
And never
I seen what you
I've passed beyond
The things give you tears
I have and yawned at
Your fucking heart tastes so and rank
I have to eat dog food just to keep my
And my doors wide open for anybody that wants
But i don't even live inside a house, I one!

Allah]
I'm a prize,
FBI want me
They found the cold and flies
I told em to
fall knives till every single part of you dies
Couldn't my designs If you started at 5
Defend for youself, you'd be broken in
You fool you could probably pull through your ears
You cold,
Graphed in web-toed
My in the physical mode would explode
If what i spread round the globe
start measuring my head for a crown of gold
Your weak soul is to climb a greased pole
In a hole
Defeating man at his role
And seek to read my power for its use
But I can see the
I can teach Greek to
I'm as fucking hypodermic needle use
I'll even fucking piss in your mouth, give you legal

Allah]
I'm the chess
The difference boxing and wrestling
you guessing
Only stand opressing
Being of measuring
Unquestioning,
You're not anything, I am
You your strength
To go against a much advanced
Your dumb, you your hands before you eat swine
Simple cavemen too dense to talk to us
ain't an idea in his head I haven't thought of
You thin skulled, a
My skins
More valuable than ten fold
Repute! now is the day of reckoning
The truth out so loud its defeaning
Never will you come n my words
My unploughed dirt will grow the last of earth
In the last hours of mirth, I'll be to laugh at it
Watching how the of space collapses on these savages
Evil parishes, in its own parrells
Proving is erroneous
I was chosen to write the future as the said
Wouldn't be at waking with an eye in my forehead