Luyện nghe bài hát King Of Kings

I wake up and I know where I am
I up and I don't know where I am
I up and I

An from the lost, spite headband, marked dead man
Innermost thoughts locked, dangling a cross
The the heart, the harder, wrapped up
with my chest up, felt forsaken by the Father

Wounded rebel in
Getting picked on and whipped by the of the devil
Black man, 5 9, see the dawn when he stares out
With wool hair and of bronze

Bird stick, a black with brown handle
Backtrack, my first kicks, brown
In the breeze of the surrounded by merchants
Immaculate birth, conceived by a

Do a lot in the lyric due to the and not living
Pure as the driven human inside of a spirit
Or the cathedral, that's only a illegal
the people all for the forces of evil

Exterior armor, transparent, non
The grand wizard, slash serial bomber
Here it is, I'm heaven sent, living in
All seeing eye in of the pyramids and keep watching

Out for the death while the beats
Plot by the devil in a dress and chief stockings
Spiritual last, equipped with mass
Able to think quick and bring to pass

The lost of dark days to breathe light in
Christ titan, cough and sneeze lightning
the thoughts, procure, feed the gators
Sole of code in the Holy War

In front of the and a storm coming in March
Locked in the physical of the son of the God

I wake up and I don't where I am
I up and I

The and living son of the son, thorough
Tongue of war, speak and slash son of a gun
When the rumors started I departed, I don't
Some old shit me being placed in a tomb in the garden

Listen here, you lost, I was and died for the cause
And got caught, from the cross
into a lesson and learned of my return to the earth
In the of a perfect human specimen

The written jeweler, driven from the of a leader
Slave of the in the form of a hidden ruler
Satan's descendants put a break in what they
The hatred is ended, sway the other way of the

Bells'll go and tell, defendants'll go to
Hot coal on your trail, go to hell
I got a soul for sale, well, let's start the bidding at a death
Who knows what's finna happen

Cousin of death, with predictions I can promise
it to Nostradamus and now he touching the rest
The heart caller, balancing on my finger
of a cheetah, birthed with the urge to walk water

Foul searching, bi weekly, all
verses in dashikis and fly turbans
Enter the scheme of things, all
All thugs get by me, the king of the kings

Don't know I am
I wake up and I know where I am
I wake up and I don't where I am

I wake up and I don't where I am
I wake up and I know where I am
I wake up and I don't where I am
I wake up and I don't where I am