Luyện nghe bài hát Jesus

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

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

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

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

stepping to me...they wanna get some
But I'm XL so yo, you know the
Another victory, keep that gun in your
My rhymes is off the wall like my Big Daddy Kane
I gets a lot of love the searchers hate it man
Come as recycled but you're leaving as a Chino fan
how I know I'm God; nobody believes in me
I make you wait I stand in handicapped parking legally
Erik Estrada making
fists to get rich
I'm going like strong-willed Africans off of ships
Illest lyrics invented, said it, meant it
You're hearing more than inside a Vietnam V.D. clinic, get it?
inattentive and get no wins
Don't make me get myself like identical twins
My cynical still quoting my old rhymes, my mind is a gold mine
The shit is bugged like Martin Luther phone lines
Closed minds mass phenomenon, starving like
If lines was episodes of Star Trek you niggas Kling-on
out metaphor
Got east coast bitches "No he didn't"
While south bitches be like "Oh no, hell no"
I made a man
So he didn't have to witness the wickedness of world cold
off on stages like Bob Dole
Chronic my balance
Cause good and are having a custody battle over my soul
Like Macaulay parents
My hair's like lamb's wool, so fuck what your say
You don't want to get off on the foot like Kunta Kente
So now it's down, ta-dow
Niggas better how to rhyme
they tell the lyrical Jesus he should bow down
Love your enemies, even in the den
Turn them to a pillar of salt, them Father they know not why they sin
Niggas coming sideways, and I've that in the past
But now I'm half past a shit
And at a quarter I'mma bust your fucking ass!

chill

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

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