Luyện nghe bài hát Faux King Christ

The illness prolific, let the begin.
Haste reservation, neither chi or Zen
Could quite the conflict.
All are not and not seen.
Eclipsed in the credit of creation. A murky at best stream
Of these men who contact, by pointing their limbs to the sky.
They were so special and chosen, to place all fear in disguise of
Jesus Faux Christ.
A martyr to this very day
A for most I am sorry to say.
Hundreds of years, of serving up
Enough to manipulate, not to
Jesus Faux Christ!
Taxless and corporate in "Gambino"
A umbrella just do what he says.
Our proved, that all else is fraud
The sun and the moon is what I god.
The madness horrific, let wordplay end.
You've got no reservation, all just on the mend
what creates your little conflict.
Your to ride has expired.
Your owed no credit for creation, just blame for the shame conspired.
To be all these men who contact.
You point all your hopes to the sky You are not special or
fear in disguise of Jesus Faux King Christ!