Luyện nghe bài hát Church

Big halitosis
scoliosis
Doctor Kill, the rap dosage
Postage stamped, signed, sealed,
Distributed through out the hood, muthafucka, what's
Exciting, unorthodox, biting, ought to fighting
it, now I'm forced to box
You got 22 tattoos, you
You tattoo much, touch like 2Pac, dude, sucks
saliva, out the side of ya face
I trying to be rude
But dude, you fruit, so I gotta grace
(Jesus has all the time)
Yeah, all due to the rhyme, ya'll niggas is foul
Fuck it, Sean'll two from the line
Two for the nine, I leave in ya jaw and ya rock
These ain't ready for war, let 'em know

ain't ready for
In it's form in rap, this street car racing
Rebellious,
heat blazing

After that, I seen Caucasians, in the all taping shit up
They could be trying to piece ya back together
You on playing,
Yeah, The Choir, luger lifting your name
The word-a-matician, magician,
Blaine on your chain
Oops upside your head, we you oops upside your head
You wearing suits and a towel on head
And eating soup the noodles and eggs
Ok, new word, respeckanize my gangstaforcation and
You scared to fire, banging your face ya Jeep window
Get ya window up, in a residential area
And left, fuck a and
you
This time it's the principality,
You a point to prove, put the pistol back, you'se a
Push shit all the way off, a producer para-loser
Yeah, pussy, that's you,
All that yackety yackety, your teeth, the animals be
You get ass beat, baddily, gradilly, P, Alkatraz
Beast
See all of red dots on ya face like bad acne
Nappy piece to be for ya niggas
While I'm getting my vulture on, on ya'll bitches
(Ruck, Rock, Ruck N Roll, get you both on this hydro)
that's how I got my Bronx bitch, she breakdance and
bomb
The fifty pop blocker, giving me bar bread
you car banger, and she go all way
She gone, go I say, she know where ya'll stay, suckas

Yeah, ya'll niggas 'ready to die', blast the
And you realize, ain't no fucking 'life after death'
Smash your with a fucking medicine ball
You think you nice, but I'm than ya'll
Listen, Tee on the beat, Loudmouf is the Choir
Heltah on they job, and you fuckas is fired
The fire supplier, forget your
Nigga, I'm like the tits on Oz, get your nod off