Luyện nghe bài hát Church

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

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

After that, I Caucasians, in the streets all taping shit up
They could be trying to ya faces back together
You on playing,
Yeah, The Loudmouf Choir, luger your name
The word-a-matician, magician,
Blaine on your chain
Oops upside your head, we you oops upside your head
You suits and a towel on your head
And eating with the noodles and eggs
Ok, new word, my gangstaforcation and g-dentials
You scared to fire, your face through ya Jeep window
Get ya shot up, in a residential area
And left, fuck a and
you
This time the principality, punk
You a point to prove, put the pistol back, you'se a
Push your shit all the way off, a producer
Yeah, pussy, you, chump
All that yackety, your teeth, where the animals be
You get your ass beat, baddily, gradilly, P,
Beast
See all kind of red dots on ya face bad acne
Nappy piece to be praying for ya
While I'm getting my vulture on, preying on ya'll
(Ruck, Rock, Ruck N Roll, get you both on collar hydro)
Yeah that's how I got my Bronx bitch, she and
bomb
The fifty pop blocker, while giving me bar
you car banger, and she go all way
She gone, go where I say, she 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 chest with a fucking medicine
You think you nice, but I'm better than
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 dope like the tits on Oz, get nod off