Luyện nghe bài hát Church

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

You see I'm now
Shovel in I dug from the underground
Lyrical artillery loaded with rounds
They used to run mouth
Shit, they Daffy now!
Came out
First shoot was my ultrasound
up my middle fingers in my Mother's uterus
Spittin' off of the top
Vesuvius
Always disturbing the peace
said I was Ludacris
Crazy, unpredictable, nutty, but stupid, b*tch
Smart guy like Taj Mauer eatin' pot
On the run for killing beats 'till the f*ckin' found me
On the loose
juice and gin
Out manouverin' my
Leave 'em with in
Cut 'em up
Cause my flow is than Excalibur
Maximus, Decimus, to these challengers
in the flesh
Swinging for your neck
Slicing up these
While you can even cut a check
Up next, stop, success, like,

Now hold on, now hold up, on now, hold on...
You gots to these boys how to rap.
Cause what boys out here is doing, is not rap. It's wack
You got to show them the schemes
You got to show 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 human apart
I'm stupidly
Started on the
But my music made a expansion something like Lewis and Clark
Climbing up the charts
And me off?
That's like Bullseye from losing at darts
I'm a crazy motherf*cker
Who was bred to be a monster, the eighties motherf*cker
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 me up on Cybertron
I am on
Bad Evil-er
That's just how the cookie
Keebler!
Mark my words
They told me that I be mature
But now that my pockets up
I'm never vegan, sir
'till the f*ckin' day I stop breathing