Luyện nghe bài hát Faux King Christ

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