Luyện nghe bài hát Church

Welcome, welcome! All you ninjas!
Come on in and make some
on over, now!
Go - out for the baby head!
The baby... You to head the baby in the head.
Why you gotta up both seats?
move on over!
Lets start the
We have a special guest tonight... He goes by the of Chris Webby
Now, you man, hails from Connecticut
six mixtapes
After a million dollars
20 million YouTube views
Countless out shows
And a satisfied fan!
All you ninjas, give a warm welcome to your... Webby

You see I'm now
Shovel in hand I dug the underground
artillery loaded with forty-dozen rounds
They to run they mouth
Shit, they Duckin' now!
out spittin'
First photo was my ultrasound
Throwin' up my fingers in my Mother's uterus
fire off of the top
Mount
Always caught disturbing the
They said I was
Crazy, unpredictable, nutty, but stupid, b*tch
Smart guy like Taj eatin' pot brownies
On the run for killing 'till the f*ckin' cops found me
On the loose
Apple and gin
Out manouverin' my
'em with sutures in
Cut 'em up
Cause my flow is sharper Excalibur
Maximus, Decimus, to these challengers
in the flesh
Swinging for f*cking neck
up these beats
While you can even cut a check
Up next, stop, success, like,

Now hold on, now up, hold on now, hold on...
You gots to teach boys how to rap.
Cause what these out here is doing, is not rap. It's wack
You got to show the multi-syllable schemes
You got to show the air-tight flow
You got to show them, them
Now get on in there and do thing, son!

Everything I do, I do it with
Werewolf with a full in the dark
Tear a f*cking human
I'm stupidly
on the east
But my music made a expansion something like Lewis and Clark
up the musical charts
And me off?
That's like Bullseye from Daredevil losing at
I'm just a crazy
Who was bred to be a monster, since the eighties
I'm inclined
Put my spirit in my
pumpin' hip-hop
You can it in my lines
Rollin' with a bunch of
we grindin' on
And we All
You can me up on Cybertron
I am on
Bad Meets
That's how the cookie crumbles
Keebler!
Mark my teachers
told me that I should be mature
But now that my pockets up
I'm going vegan, sir
'till the f*ckin' day I stop breathing