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
Smiling like Jesus in the den of tempting bitches
Like the serpent Eve
Making it rain for seven days and seven
Had several beats and several and several fights
My lyrical make your spine hottest
My rhymes stand out like a boy on the Globetrotters
Only child up, selfish
Buy my records and shine my shoes, treat a nigga like
Ancient, melodic, messiah
Make MC's bob like Muhammad Ali's from Parkinson's disease
you get lost in
Louder than Michael Irvin when he's
Taking a time machien to talk my mommy giving an abortion
I don't to hear you wack motherfuckers 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 blood from 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 Development
Smilin(?) in a
Now got me on rewind to dig up a piece of my mind
But if y'all dig any you might not like what you find
Pac and I cried but I'mma represent it
When it comes to my shit make Makaveli sound like Macarena
Jesus Christ superstar
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 one wave of my hands
Son of God, defy me better a whole army
Or plans to leave America using the maps of Marcus Garvey
Back up off me, nah it ain't all good
My name is offa blocks than Lexuses is Puerto Rican neighborhoods
you shut the fuck up, like wifey when the fight's on
Lyrical Jesus, I got Satan sleeping with the 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 is priceless
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 only to...Jesus

Straigt up, yo drop some old school shit
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 the outcome
Another victory, keep that gun in holster
My rhymes is off the like my Big Daddy Kane poster
I gets a lot of love the searchers hate it man
Come as recycled bullshit but you're leaving as a fan
That's how I know I'm God; nobody in me
I make you wait while I stand in handicapped legally
Erik Estrada making
Handling fists to get
I'm going like strong-willed Africans off of ships
Illest lyrics ever invented, it, meant it
hearing more claps than 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 quoting my old rhymes, my mind is a mine
The shit is bugged like Martin King's phone lines
minds mass phenomenon, starving like Ramadan
If lines was episodes of Star Trek you couldn't Kling-on
out metaphor
Got east bitches saying "No he didn't"
down south bitches be like "Oh no, hell no"
I a man blind
So he didn't have to 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 Macaulay Culkin's
My hair's like wool, so fuck what 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
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 Father they not why they sin
Niggas sideways, and I've been that in the past
But now I'm half past giving a
And at a quarter 'til bust your fucking ass!

Just

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

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