Luyện nghe bài hát Church

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

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

After that, I seen Caucasians, in the streets all shit up
They could be trying to ya faces back together
You on playing,
Yeah, The Choir, luger lifting your name
The word-a-matician, magician,
David on your chain
Oops upside your head, we smack you upside your head
You wearing and a towel on your head
And eating soup the noodles and eggs
Ok, new word, respeckanize my and g-dentials
You to fire, banging your face through ya Jeep window
Get ya window shot up, in a area
And left, a ocean and
you
This time it's the principality,
You a point to prove, put the back, you'se a punk
Push your all the way off, a producer para-loser
Yeah, pussy, you, chump
All yackety yackety, your teeth, where the animals be
You get your ass beat, baddily, gradilly, P,
Master
See all kind of red dots on ya like bad acne
Nappy piece to be praying for ya
While I'm my vulture on, preying on ya'll bitches
(Ruck, Rock, Ruck N Roll, get you on this collar hydro)
Yeah how I got my Bronx bitch, she breakdance and
trains
The fifty pop blocker, while me bar bread
you car banger, and she go all way
She gone, go where I say, she know where stay, suckas

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