Luyện nghe bài hát Wicked Church

At time I'd like to welcome back my congregation
That's been waiting for me to distribute this information
this rap game and it's quality disintregration
And stop blaming Waka Flaka he ain't why your shit blazing
something about your lack of originality
And your content is a constant right about your salary
Then you're mad at me when I burn a verse like a fat
And I hurt you even worse, woman is feeling me fanatically
Dramatically I push myself to the of this art form
Of you ain't charging me, you're a rhinoceros with no horn
I'm monsterous at home in a zone
My natural tone is then slash gashes through your blood and bone
So I the phone
"Hello. Can you me back?"
I'm blowed and scribe scrolls until there's bruises in my finger
I'm mad at Rubin, spit it enough to start a riot
My mind's fried like in black and Latin people's diets
Psychotic, iconic, ironic,?
I'm with a lot of excited exotic vagina
Behind the stained glass with pictures of angels
Where the holy water's replaced with Judas blood to pray to
the father's maze
More crowded than Tiawan's whore houses on dollar
Point of being a
Inside of this wicked I prove master
since the first day of my birth
They thirst for my words are worth
Once they're heard scorch the Earth
They tried to me in this church
It inside this wicked church
been through a lot of things that would've made you quit
"Too many puchlines. rhymes too quick."
But if your favorite garbage artist did it he's a
Monkey's dancing around, don't even English
Wonder if they'd feel me if they can
I'll spit into your corny camp my lips cramp
I punish them
Make ASCAP stand for See Chino XL Accumulating Publishing
mayhem mannerisms
That'll shatter your
More written compositions than there's crucifies in the
Discouraging anyones adamant
Shooting, strangling, cherubims riding Heaven on chariots
books try to rent me
I'm very literate, never dressing Farnsworth Bentley
had it up to here and there's nothing to fear
And even fear Chino XL
since the first day of my birth
They thirst for what my words are
Once heard they'll scorch the Earth
tried to burn me in this church
It hurts inside this church
Medically it's in my mental tissue
couldn't rescue
Even my have got issues
Giving every dollar I make to a
I'd have a blind bitch shave my balls with a razor
My hatred's creative, gospel singers
Spit enough acid, aiming to euthenasia to every youth in Asia
Savor with most wicked on the Earth's soil
Minister tried to baptise me, the just started to boil
They worship Steve Jobs for the Apple invention
Ignoring the God that created the apple for our nutrition
about what you paid for your garments
Till fragile life is ripped apart by extreme violence
Shooting you through your
through the window of your E-book Kindle
While you're reading shamefully Ann Coulter info
Skitzo, morbid, ominmous poison
Call real estate agent I'm about to hit you close to home
You wearing them pants confuses me
Why a nigga wanna give his sperm count an eulogy?
The Lyric spitting scriptures unmercifully
But born to parents that would have lost to Charlie Sheen
This industry is all
Rap skills like albino niggas hitchhiking in a snow storm
The wicked is hoping hip hop will deteriorate
So I'm spazzing out like Michael J. Fox a Shake Weight
Curses since the first day of my
They thirst for what my are worth
they're heard they'll scorch the Earth
They tried to burn me in this
It hurts inside this church