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
it rain for seven days and seven nights
Had several beats and several and several fights
My lyrical make your spine hottest
My stand out like a white boy on the Globetrotters
Only child stuck up,
Buy my records and shine my shoes, treat a nigga like
Ancient, melodic, messiah
Make MC's heads bob Muhammad Ali's from Parkinson's disease
you get lost in
Louder than Michael Irvin when he's
Taking a time machien to my mommy into giving an abortion
I don't want to hear you motherfuckers hating me
Niggas is Australian so far beneath me
Ever since Pac dissed me, Jersey to front on me
Now I'm so vain/vein you could probably draw blood me
So why you
I'm embezzling more money than Abdul-Jabbar's accountant
And spitting like Gene Simmons but that's irrelevant
This industry prays I go away like Development
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 you find
Pac died and I cried but represent it
When it comes to my shit make Makaveli sound like Macarena
Christ superstar immunity
Got you apologizing like Marlon Brando did the whole Jewish
like Anne Frank, your mind is stomped like I wrote Mein Kampf
Changing stone rhymes to bread one wave of my hands
Son of God, defy me better have a army
Or make plans to leave America using the of Marcus Garvey
up off me, nah nigga it ain't all good
My name is offa more blocks Lexuses is Puerto Rican neighborhoods
Make you shut the fuck up, like wifey when the on
Lyrical Jesus, I got Satan sleeping with the on
I have before man and will exist after man
I am an everyman yet I am no man 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 only to...Jesus

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

Rappers stepping to me...they get some
But I'm XL so yo, you the outcome
victory, keep that gun in your holster
My rhymes is off the like my Big Daddy Kane poster
I gets a lot of love the beat hate it man
as recycled bullshit but you're leaving as a Chino fan
That's how I I'm God; nobody believes in me
I make you wait while I in handicapped parking legally
Erik Estrada chips
Handling to get rich
I'm going overboard like strong-willed Africans off of
Illest ever 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 beside like identical twins
My cynical friends still quoting my old rhymes, my mind is a gold
The shit is like Martin Luther King's phone lines
Closed minds phenomenon, starving like Ramadan
If lines was episodes of Trek you niggas couldn't Kling-on
Bugged out
Got east coast saying "No he didn't"
While down south bitches be "Oh no, hell no"
I made a man
So he didn't have to witness the of world gone cold
Falling off on like Bob Dole
Chronic my balance
Cause good and evil are having a custody battle my soul
Like Macaulay Culkin's
My hair's like lamb's wool, so 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 how to rhyme
Before they tell the lyrical he should bow down
Love enemies, even in the lion's den
Turn them to a pillar of salt, them Father they know 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 'til I'mma bust your fucking ass!

chill

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

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