Luyện nghe bài hát Jesus

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

Now as I'm peeling down off of the crucifix
like Jesus in the den of thieves tempting bitches
Like the serpent Eve
it rain for seven days and seven nights
Had several beats and careers and several fights
My lyrical make your spine hottest
My rhymes stand out like a white boy on the
Only child stuck up,
Buy my records and shine my shoes, treat a nigga Elvis
Ancient, melodic, mystic
Make MC's heads bob like Muhammad Ali's Parkinson's disease
you get lost in
Louder than Michael when he's snortin'
Taking a time machien to talk my into giving an abortion
I want to hear you wack motherfuckers hating me
Niggas is Australian they're so far me
Ever since Pac dissed me, tried to front on me
Now I'm so vain/vein you could probably blood from me
So why you
I'm more money than Kareem Abdul-Jabbar's accountant
And spitting blood Gene Simmons but that's irrelevant
This prays I go away like Arrested Development
Smilin(?) in a
Now got me on rewind to dig up a piece of my mind
But if dig any deeper you might not like what you find
Pac died and I cried but represent it
When it comes to dissing my shit make Makaveli sound Macarena
Jesus Christ immunity
Got you apologizing like Brando did the whole Jewish community
Hiding like Anne Frank, your is stomped like I wrote Mein Kampf
Changing stone rhymes to bread with one of my hands
Son of God, defy me better 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 more blocks than Lexuses is Puerto Rican neighborhoods
Make you shut the fuck up, like when the fight's on
Lyrical Jesus, I got Satan sleeping with the on
I have existed before man and will exist man
I am an everyman yet I am no man I am a God
odd
But my talent is
So I rise on the wicked and the
And rain on the and the unrighteous

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

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

Rappers to me...they wanna get some
But I'm XL so yo, you know the
Another victory, keep that gun in holster
My rhymes is off the wall my Big Daddy Kane poster
I gets a lot of love the beat searchers it man
Come as recycled bullshit but leaving as a Chino fan
That's how I know I'm nobody believes in me
I make you wait I stand in handicapped parking legally
Erik Estrada making
Handling to get rich
I'm overboard like strong-willed Africans off of ships
Illest lyrics ever invented, said it, it
You're hearing more than inside a Vietnam V.D. clinic, get it?
Listen and get no wins
Don't make me get beside myself identical twins
My cynical friends still quoting my old rhymes, my is a gold mine
The shit is like Martin Luther King's phone lines
Closed minds mass phenomenon, starving Ramadan
If lines was of Star Trek you niggas couldn't Kling-on
Bugged out
Got coast bitches saying "No he didn't"
While down south bitches be like "Oh no, no"
I a man blind
So he didn't have to witness the of world gone cold
off on stages like Bob Dole
Chronic my balance
good and evil are having a custody battle over my soul
Like Macaulay parents
My hair's like lamb's wool, so what your friends say
You want to get off on the wrong foot like Kunta Kente
So now going down, ta-dow
Niggas learn how to rhyme
Before they tell the lyrical he should bow down
Love your enemies, in the lion's den
Turn them to a pillar of salt, forgive them they know not why they sin
Niggas coming sideways, and I've been that in the
But now I'm past giving a shit
And at a quarter 'til bust your fucking ass!

chill

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

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