Luyện nghe bài hát Faux King Christ

The prolific, let the wordsmith begin.
Haste with reservation, chi or Zen
Could quite the conflict.
All are not and not seen.
Eclipsed in the of creation. A murky at best running stream
Of these men who claim contact, by pointing limbs to the sky.
They so special and chosen, to place all this fear in disguise of
Faux King Christ.
A symbolic to this very day
A for most I am sorry to say.
Hundreds of years, of up fire
to manipulate, not to inspire
Jesus King Christ!
Taxless and corporate in "Gambino"
A umbrella just do what he says.
Our evolution proved, that all else is
The sun and the moon is I call god.
The madness horrific, let wordplay end.
You've got no reservation, all just earth on the
That's what creates your conflict.
ticket to ride has expired.
Your owed no credit for creation, just for the shame you've conspired.
To be all men who have contact.
You point all your hopes to the sky You are not or chosen
Just in disguise of Jesus Faux King Christ!