Luyện nghe bài hát Wicked Church

At this time I'd like to back my congregation
That's been waiting patient for me to distribute information
About this rap game and quality disintregration
And stop blaming Waka he ain't why your shit ain't blazing
Maybe something about lack of originality
And content is a constant bragging right about your salary
Then you're mad at me I burn a verse like a fat calorie
And I hurt you even worse, your woman is feeling me
Dramatically I push myself to the of this art form
Of course you ain't charging me, you're a rhinoceros no horn
I'm at home in a conflict zone
My tone is hazardous then slash gashes through your blood and bone
So I answer the
"Hello. Can you me back?"
I'm and scribe scrolls until there's bruises in my finger folds
I'm mad at Rubin, spit it crude to start a riot
My mind's fried like in black and Latin people's diets
Psychotic, iconic, ironic,?
I'm provided a lot of excited exotic vagina
Behind the stained glass with pictures of angels
Where the holy water's been replaced with blood to pray to
the father's maze
More crowded than Tiawan's whore houses on days
of being a pastor
Inside of this church I prove master
Curses since the day of my birth
They thirst for my words are worth
Once they're heard they'll scorch the
They to burn me in this church
It inside this wicked church
I've been through a lot of things that would've made you
"Too many puchlines. rhymes too quick."
But if your favorite artist did it he's a genius
Monkey's dancing around, even speak English
Wonder if they'd feel me if they can
I'll spit into corny camp until my lips cramp
Fiscally I punish
Make ASCAP for Always See Chino XL Accumulating Publishing
Displaying mannerisms
shatter your catechism
More compositions than there's crucifies in the Vatican
Discouraging anyones arrogance
Shooting, strangling, cherubims riding through on chariots
books try to rent me
I'm very literate, dressing like Farnsworth Bentley
I've had it up to and there's nothing to fear
And even fear Chino XL
Curses since the first day of my
They thirst for my words are worth
Once heard they'll scorch the Earth
They to burn me in this church
It inside this wicked church
Medically it's in my mental tissue
Psychiatrist couldn't
Even my issues have got
every dollar I make to a major
I'd rather a blind bitch shave my balls with a razor
My creative, berated gospel singers
enough acid, aiming to give euthenasia to every youth in Asia
Savor most wicked behavior on the Earth's soil
Minister tried to me, the water just started to boil
They worship Steve Jobs for creating the invention
Ignoring the God created the actual apple for our nutrition
Rapping what you paid for your garments
Till your fragile life is ripped by extreme violence
Shooting you your temple
through the window of your E-book Kindle
While you're reading shamefully false Ann Coulter
Skitzo, morbid, ominmous poison
Call your real estate I'm about to hit you close to home
You wearing them tight pants me
Why would a wanna give his sperm count an eulogy?
The Lyric Jesus scriptures unmercifully
But born to that would have lost custody to Charlie Sheen
This is all wrong
Rap skills invisible like albino niggas in a snow storm
The church is hoping hip hop will deteriorate
So I'm spazzing out like Michael J. Fox with a Weight
Curses the first day of my birth
They thirst for my words are worth
Once they're heard they'll scorch the
They tried to burn me in church
It hurts this wicked church