Luyện nghe bài hát Jesus

They me lyrical...Jesus
call me lyrical...Jesus
I'm second to...Jesus
I'm lyrical...Jesus

Now as I'm peeling myself down off of the
Smiling like in the den of thieves tempting bitches
the serpent tempted Eve
Making it rain for seven days and nights
Had several beats and several careers and fights
My rites make your spine hottest
My rhymes stand out like a boy on the Globetrotters
child stuck up, selfish
Buy my records and shine my shoes, treat a like Elvis
Ancient, melodic, messiah
Make MC's heads bob like Muhammad from Parkinson's disease
you get lost in
Louder Michael Irvin when he's snortin'
Taking a machien to talk my mommy into giving an abortion
I don't want to hear you wack hating me
Niggas is Australian so far beneath me
Ever since Pac dissed me, tried to front on me
Now I'm so vain/vein you could probably draw from me
So why you
I'm embezzling more money than Abdul-Jabbar's accountant
And spitting blood like Gene Simmons but that's
This industry prays I go like Arrested Development
Smilin(?) in a
Now they got me on rewind to dig up a of my mind
But if y'all dig any you might not like what you find
Pac died and I cried but represent it
When it comes to dissing my shit make sound like Macarena
Jesus Christ immunity
Got you apologizing like Marlon Brando did the whole community
Hiding like Anne Frank, mind is stomped like I wrote Mein Kampf
Changing stone rhymes to bread with one of my hands
Son of God, defy me better have a army
Or make plans to leave America using the of Marcus Garvey
Back up off me, nah nigga it ain't all
My name is offa more blocks than Lexuses is Rican neighborhoods
Make you shut the fuck up, like wifey when the on
Jesus, I got Satan sleeping with the lights on
I have existed before man and exist after man
I am an yet I am no man therefore I am a God
odd
But my talent is
So I on the wicked and the good
And rain on the righteous and the

They me lyrical...Jesus
I'm a spiritual...Jesus
I'm second to...Jesus

Straigt up, yo Kurt drop old school shit
an old beat so we can reminsce on something check it

Rappers stepping to me...they wanna get
But I'm XL so yo, you know the
victory, keep that gun in your holster
My rhymes is off the wall my Big Daddy Kane poster
I a lot of love the beat searchers hate it man
Come as recycled bullshit but you're leaving as a fan
That's how I I'm God; nobody believes in me
I make you wait while I stand in parking legally
Erik Estrada making
Handling fists to get
I'm going overboard like strong-willed Africans off of
lyrics ever invented, said it, meant it
You're hearing more claps inside a Vietnam V.D. clinic, get it?
Listen inattentive and get no
Don't make me get beside like identical twins
My cynical friends still my old rhymes, my mind is a gold mine
The shit is bugged like Martin Luther King's lines
Closed mass phenomenon, starving like Ramadan
If lines was episodes of Star Trek you niggas couldn't
Bugged out
Got coast bitches saying "No he didn't"
down south bitches be like "Oh no, hell no"
I made a man
So he didn't have to witness the wickedness of gone cold
Falling off on like Bob Dole
Chronic my balance
good and evil are having a custody battle over my soul
Like Culkin's parents
My hair's lamb's wool, so fuck what your friends say
You don't want to get off on the foot like Kunta Kente
So now going down, ta-dow
Niggas better how to rhyme
Before they tell the lyrical he should bow down
Love your enemies, even in the den
Turn them to a pillar of salt, forgive Father they know not why they sin
Niggas coming sideways, and I've been in the past
But now I'm half past a shit
And at a quarter 'til I'mma bust your ass!

Just

They me lyrical...Jesus
They me lyrical...Jesus
I'm only to...Jesus
They me lyrical...Jesus

I'm rappers to...
I have to explain this one too.