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 about to the baby in the head.
Why you take up both seats?
Just on over!
start the show
We have a special guest tonight... He goes by the name of Webby
Now, this you man, hails Connecticut
six mixtapes
After a million dollars
20 million YouTube views
Countless out shows
And many a fan!
All you ninjas, give a warm to your... Chris Webby

You see I'm now
Shovel in hand I dug from the
Lyrical artillery loaded with rounds
They used to run they
Shit, Daffy Duckin' now!
out spittin'
First photo shoot was my
Throwin' up my middle fingers in my uterus
Spittin' off of the top
Vesuvius
Always disturbing the peace
They said I was
Crazy, unpredictable, nutty, but stupid, b*tch
Smart guy like Taj Mauer eatin' pot
On the run for killing beats the f*ckin' cops found me
On the again
Apple and gin
Out my enemies
Leave 'em sutures in
Cut 'em up
Cause my flow is sharper than
Maximus, Decimus, Maridius to challengers
in the flesh
Swinging for your f*cking
Slicing up beats
you b*tches can even cut a check
Up next, stop, success, like,

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

Everything I do, I do it heart
Werewolf a full moon in the dark
Tear a f*cking apart
I'm smart
Started on the
But my music made a westward expansion something like and Clark
Climbing up the charts
And me off?
That's Bullseye from Daredevil losing at darts
I'm a crazy motherf*cker
Who was bred to be a monster, since the eighties
I'm lyrically
Put my spirit in my
Veins hip-hop
You can hear it in my
with a bunch of goons
Everyday we on
And we All
You can catch me up on
I am on
Bad Evil-er
That's just how the crumbles
Keebler!
Mark my teachers
They told me that I be mature
But now that my pockets up
I'm never vegan, sir
Grindin' the f*ckin' day I stop breathing