Luyện nghe bài hát Church

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

You see I'm now
Shovel in I dug from the underground
Lyrical artillery loaded with forty-dozen
They used to run mouth
Shit, Daffy Duckin' now!
Came out
First shoot was my ultrasound
Throwin' up my middle fingers in my Mother's
Spittin' off of the top
Vesuvius
Always disturbing the peace
said I was Ludacris
Crazy, unpredictable, nutty, but never stupid,
Smart guy Taj Mauer eatin' pot brownies
On the run for killing 'till the f*ckin' cops found me
On the loose
Apple and gin
Out manouverin' my
Leave 'em with in
Cut 'em up
my flow is sharper than Excalibur
Maximus, Decimus, Maridius to these
Gladiator in the
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 up, hold on now, hold on...
You gots to teach these how to rap.
Cause what these boys out here is doing, is not rap. wack
You got to show them the multi-syllable
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 moon in the
a f*cking human apart
I'm stupidly
on the east
But my made a westward expansion something like Lewis and Clark
Climbing up the musical
And me falling
That's like Bullseye from losing at darts
I'm just a motherf*cker
Who was bred to be a monster, the eighties motherf*cker
I'm inclined
Put my spirit in my
pumpin' hip-hop
You can it in my lines
Rollin' with a of goons
we grindin' on
And we All
You can me up on Cybertron
I am on
Bad Meets
just how the cookie crumbles
Keebler!
Mark my words
They me that I should be mature
But now my pockets beefed up
I'm going vegan, sir
Grindin' the f*ckin' day I stop breathing