Luyện nghe bài hát Jesus

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

Now as I'm peeling down off of the crucifix
Smiling Jesus in the den of thieves tempting bitches
Like the serpent Eve
Making it rain for seven days and seven
Had several and several careers and several fights
My lyrical make your spine hottest
My rhymes stand out like a white boy on the
Only stuck up, selfish
Buy my records and my shoes, treat a nigga like Elvis
Ancient, melodic, messiah
MC's heads bob like Muhammad Ali's from Parkinson's disease
Flows you get in
Louder than Michael Irvin when he's
Taking a machien to talk my mommy into giving an abortion
I don't want to hear you wack motherfuckers me
Niggas is they're so far beneath me
Ever since Pac dissed me, tried to front on me
Now I'm so vain/vein you could probably draw blood me
So why you
I'm more money than Kareem Abdul-Jabbar's accountant
And spitting blood 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 piece of my
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 dissing my shit make sound like Macarena
Jesus Christ immunity
Got you apologizing like Marlon Brando did the whole Jewish
Hiding like Frank, your mind is stomped like I wrote Mein Kampf
stone rhymes to bread with one wave of my hands
Son of God, defy me have 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 offa more blocks than Lexuses is Rican neighborhoods
Make you shut the fuck up, like wifey the fight's on
Lyrical Jesus, I got Satan sleeping with the on
I have existed before man and will after 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 only to...Jesus

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

Rappers stepping to me...they wanna get
But I'm XL so yo, you know the
victory, keep that gun in your holster
My rhymes is off the wall like my Big Daddy Kane
I gets a lot of love the beat searchers it man
Come as recycled bullshit but you're as a Chino fan
how I know I'm God; nobody believes in me
I make you wait while I stand in handicapped parking
Erik Estrada 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 a Vietnam V.D. clinic, get it?
Listen inattentive and get no
Don't make me get beside myself like identical
My cynical friends still quoting my old rhymes, my mind is a mine
The shit is bugged like Martin Luther King's phone
Closed minds phenomenon, starving like Ramadan
If lines was episodes of Star Trek you couldn't Kling-on
Bugged out
Got east bitches saying "No he didn't"
While down south be like "Oh no, hell no"
I made a man
So he didn't have to witness the wickedness of gone cold
Falling off on stages like Bob
Chronic my balance
Cause good and evil are a custody battle over my soul
Macaulay Culkin's parents
My hair's like wool, so fuck what your friends say
You don't want to get off on the wrong foot like Kente
So now it's going down,
Niggas better learn how to
Before they tell the lyrical Jesus he bow down
Love your enemies, even in the den
Turn them to a pillar of salt, forgive them Father they not why they sin
coming sideways, and I've been that in the past
But now I'm half past giving a
And at a quarter I'mma bust your fucking ass!

chill

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

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