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 myself down off of the crucifix
Smiling like in the den of thieves tempting bitches
the serpent tempted Eve
Making it rain for seven and seven nights
Had several beats and several careers and several
My lyrical make your spine hottest
My rhymes stand out a white boy on the Globetrotters
child stuck up, selfish
Buy my records and shine my shoes, treat a nigga 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 time machien to talk my mommy giving an abortion
I want to hear you wack motherfuckers hating me
Niggas is they're so far beneath me
Ever Pac dissed me, Jersey tried to front on me
Now I'm so vain/vein you probably draw blood from me
So why you
I'm embezzling more than Kareem Abdul-Jabbar's accountant
And spitting blood like Simmons but that's irrelevant
industry prays I go away like Arrested 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 what you find
Pac and I cried but I'mma represent it
When it comes to dissing my shit make sound like Macarena
Jesus superstar immunity
Got you apologizing like Marlon did the whole Jewish community
like Anne Frank, your mind is stomped like I wrote Mein Kampf
Changing stone rhymes to with one wave of my hands
Son of God, defy me better a whole army
Or make plans to leave America using the maps of Marcus
Back up off me, nah nigga it all good
My name is more blocks than Lexuses is Puerto Rican neighborhoods
Make you shut the fuck up, like wifey the fight's on
Jesus, I got Satan sleeping with the lights on
I have existed before man and will exist 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 second to...Jesus

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

stepping to me...they wanna get some
But I'm XL so yo, you know the
Another victory, keep that gun in your
My rhymes is off the wall my Big Daddy Kane poster
I a lot of love the beat searchers 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
Estrada making chips
Handling fists to get
I'm going like strong-willed Africans off of ships
Illest lyrics ever invented, said it, it
hearing more claps than inside a Vietnam V.D. clinic, get it?
Listen inattentive and get no
Don't me get beside myself like identical twins
My cynical still quoting my old rhymes, my mind is a gold mine
The shit is bugged Martin Luther King's phone lines
Closed minds mass phenomenon, starving Ramadan
If lines was episodes of Star you niggas couldn't Kling-on
Bugged out
Got east coast saying "No he didn't"
down south bitches be like "Oh no, hell no"
I a man blind
So he have to witness the wickedness of world gone cold
Falling off on like Bob Dole
Chronic my balance
Cause good and evil are having a battle over my soul
Like Macaulay Culkin's
My hair's like lamb's wool, so fuck what 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 tell the lyrical Jesus he should bow down
your enemies, even in the lion's den
Turn them to a pillar of salt, forgive Father they know not why they sin
Niggas sideways, and I've been that in the past
But now I'm half past a shit
And at a quarter 'til I'mma bust your 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.