Luyện nghe bài hát Jesus

They me lyrical...Jesus
They 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
Like the serpent Eve
Making it rain for seven days and nights
Had several beats and careers and several fights
My lyrical make your spine hottest
My rhymes out like a white boy on the Globetrotters
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 from Parkinson's
Flows you get in
Louder than Michael when he's snortin'
Taking a time machien to talk my mommy into an abortion
I don't want to hear you wack hating me
Niggas is they're so far beneath me
Ever since Pac dissed me, Jersey to front on me
Now I'm so vain/vein you could probably blood from me
So why you
I'm embezzling more money than Kareem Abdul-Jabbar's
And spitting like Gene Simmons but that's irrelevant
industry 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 y'all dig any deeper you might not like you find
Pac and I cried but I'mma represent it
When it comes to dissing my shit make sound like Macarena
Christ superstar immunity
Got you apologizing like Marlon Brando did the Jewish community
Hiding like Anne Frank, your mind is like I wrote Mein Kampf
Changing stone to bread with one wave of my hands
Son of God, defy me better have a whole
Or make plans to leave America the maps of Marcus Garvey
Back up off me, nah nigga it ain't all
My name is offa more blocks Lexuses is Puerto Rican neighborhoods
Make you shut the fuck up, like wifey the fight's on
Lyrical Jesus, I got sleeping with the lights on
I existed before man and will exist 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 and the good
And on the righteous and the unrighteous

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

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

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

Just

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

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