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 myself off of the crucifix
Smiling like in the den of thieves tempting bitches
the serpent tempted Eve
Making it rain for days and seven nights
Had several beats and several careers and several
My lyrical rites make spine hottest
My rhymes stand out a white boy on the Globetrotters
Only child up, selfish
Buy my records and shine my shoes, treat a like Elvis
Ancient, melodic, mystic
Make MC's heads bob like Ali's from Parkinson's disease
you get lost in
Louder than Michael Irvin he's snortin'
Taking a time to talk my mommy into giving an abortion
I want to hear you wack motherfuckers hating me
Niggas is Australian so far beneath me
Ever since Pac me, Jersey tried to front on me
Now I'm so you could probably draw blood from me
So why you
I'm embezzling more money Kareem Abdul-Jabbar's accountant
And spitting blood like Simmons but that's irrelevant
This industry I go away like Arrested Development
Smilin(?) in a
Now they got me on to dig up a piece of my mind
But if y'all dig any deeper you might not what you find
Pac died and I but I'mma represent it
When it comes to dissing my make Makaveli sound like Macarena
Jesus Christ immunity
Got you apologizing like Marlon Brando did the Jewish community
Hiding like Anne Frank, your mind is like I wrote Mein Kampf
stone rhymes to bread with one wave of my hands
Son of God, me better have a whole army
Or make plans to leave America using the of Marcus Garvey
Back up off me, nah nigga it all good
My name is offa more than Lexuses is Puerto 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 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 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
Drop an old so we can reminsce on something check it

Rappers stepping to me...they get some
But I'm XL so yo, you know the
Another victory, keep that gun in holster
My rhymes is off the wall like my Big Daddy poster
I gets a lot of love the beat hate it man
Come as recycled bullshit but you're leaving as a fan
That's how I know I'm nobody believes in me
I make you wait while I stand in handicapped legally
Erik Estrada chips
Handling to get rich
I'm going overboard strong-willed Africans off of ships
Illest 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 myself identical twins
My cynical friends still quoting my old rhymes, my mind is a mine
The shit is bugged like Luther King's phone lines
Closed minds mass phenomenon, starving like
If lines was episodes of Star Trek you couldn't Kling-on
Bugged out
Got east coast saying "No he didn't"
While down south be like "Oh no, hell no"
I a man blind
So he have to witness the wickedness of world gone cold
Falling off on like Bob Dole
Chronic my balance
Cause and evil are having a custody battle over my soul
Like Culkin's parents
My hair's like lamb's wool, so fuck your friends say
You don't want to get off on the wrong foot Kunta Kente
So now it's going down,
Niggas better learn how to
they tell the lyrical Jesus he should bow down
Love your enemies, in the lion's den
Turn them to a pillar of salt, forgive them Father they not why they sin
Niggas coming sideways, and I've been in the past
But now I'm half past giving a
And at a quarter I'mma bust your fucking ass!

Just

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

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