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 down off of the crucifix
Smiling like in the den of thieves tempting bitches
Like the serpent Eve
Making it rain for seven and seven nights
Had several beats and careers and several fights
My lyrical rites your spine hottest
My rhymes stand out 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
Flows you get 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 wack motherfuckers me
is Australian they're so far beneath me
Ever since Pac dissed me, Jersey to front on me
Now I'm so vain/vein you probably draw blood from me
So why you
I'm embezzling money than Kareem Abdul-Jabbar's accountant
And spitting blood Gene 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 cried but represent it
When it to dissing my shit make Makaveli sound like Macarena
Jesus Christ immunity
Got you apologizing like Marlon Brando did the whole Jewish
Hiding 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 have a whole army
Or make plans to leave using the maps of Marcus Garvey
Back up off me, nah it ain't all good
My name is offa more blocks than Lexuses is Puerto Rican
you shut the fuck up, like wifey when the fight's on
Lyrical Jesus, I got Satan with the lights on
I have existed before man and will 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 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 some old school
Drop an old so we can reminsce on something check it

Rappers to me...they wanna get some
But I'm XL so yo, you the outcome
Another victory, keep gun in your holster
My is off the wall like my Big Daddy Kane poster
I a lot of love the beat searchers hate it man
Come as recycled bullshit but leaving as a Chino fan
That's how I know I'm God; believes in me
I make you wait while I stand in handicapped parking
Erik Estrada chips
Handling fists to get
I'm going overboard like strong-willed Africans off of
lyrics ever invented, said it, meant it
You're hearing more claps inside a Vietnam V.D. clinic, get it?
inattentive and get no wins
Don't make me get myself like identical twins
My cynical friends still quoting my old rhymes, my mind is a mine
The shit is bugged like Martin Luther 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 south bitches be like "Oh no, hell no"
I a man blind
So he didn't have to witness the of world gone cold
Falling off on like Bob Dole
keep my balance
Cause good and evil are 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
Before they tell the lyrical Jesus he should bow
your enemies, even in the lion's den
Turn to a pillar of salt, forgive them Father they know not why they sin
Niggas coming sideways, and I've that in the past
But now I'm half giving a shit
And at a quarter 'til I'mma bust fucking ass!

chill

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.