Luyện nghe bài hát Church

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

ain't ready for
In realest 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 faces together
You on playing,
Yeah, The Loudmouf Choir, luger lifting name
The word-a-matician, magician,
David on your chain
upside your head, we smack you oops upside your head
You wearing 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, banging your face ya Jeep window
Get ya window shot up, in a residential
And left, fuck a and
you
This it's the principality, punk
You a point to prove, put the pistol back, a punk
Push your shit all the way off, a producer
Yeah, pussy, you, chump
All that yackety yackety, your teeth, where the be
You get your ass beat, baddily, gradilly, P,
Master
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 bitches
(Ruck, Rock, N Roll, get you both on this collar hydro)
that's how I got my Bronx bitch, she breakdance and
bomb
The pop blocker, while giving me bar bread
you car banger, and she go all way
She gone, go where I say, she know ya'll stay, suckas

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