Luyện nghe bài hát Wicked Church

At this time I'd like to welcome my congregation
That's been waiting patient for me to distribute this
this rap game and it's quality disintregration
And stop blaming Waka he ain't why your shit ain't blazing
Maybe something your lack of originality
And your content is a constant bragging right about salary
you're mad at me when I burn a verse like a fat calorie
And I hurt you even worse, your woman is feeling me
I push myself to the brink of this art form
Of course you ain't me, you're a rhinoceros with no horn
I'm monsterous at home in a zone
My natural tone is hazardous slash gashes through your blood and bone
So I answer the
"Hello. Can you me back?"
I'm blowed and scribe scrolls until there's bruises in my folds
I'm mad at Rubin, spit it crude to start a riot
My mind's fried everything in black and Latin people's diets
Psychotic, iconic, ironic,?
I'm provided with a lot of exotic vagina
Behind the glass windows with pictures of angels
Where the holy water's been replaced Judas blood to pray to
Following the father's
crowded than Tiawan's whore houses on dollar days
Point of being a
Inside of this wicked church I prove
Curses the first day of my birth
They thirst for my words are worth
they're heard they'll scorch the Earth
They tried to burn me in church
It hurts inside this church
I've through a lot of things that would've made you quit
"Too many puchlines. Chino 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 your corny camp until my lips cramp
I punish them
Make ASCAP stand for Always See Chino XL Publishing
Displaying mannerisms
That'll shatter your
More compositions than there's crucifies in the Vatican
anyones adamant arrogance
Shooting, strangling, cherubims riding through on chariots
Library try to rent me
I'm very literate, never dressing Farnsworth Bentley
I've had it up to here and there's to fear
And even fears Chino XL
Curses since the first day of my
thirst for what my words are worth
Once they're they'll scorch the Earth
They tried to me in this church
It hurts inside this wicked
Medically it's in my mental tissue
Psychiatrist rescue
Even my have got issues
Giving every dollar I to a major
I'd rather a blind bitch shave my balls with a razor
My creative, berated gospel singers
Spit enough acid, aiming to give to every youth in Asia
Savor with most wicked behavior on the Earth's
Minister to baptise me, the water just started to boil
They worship Steve Jobs for creating the Apple
Ignoring the God that created the actual apple for our
Rapping about you paid for your garments
your fragile life is ripped apart by extreme violence
Shooting you through temple
through the window of your E-book Kindle
While you're reading shamefully false Ann info
Skitzo, morbid, ominmous poems
your real estate agent I'm about to hit you close to home
You them tight pants confuses me
Why a nigga wanna give his sperm count an eulogy?
The Lyric spitting scriptures unmercifully
But born to parents that have lost custody to Charlie Sheen
This is all wrong
Rap skills invisible like albino niggas in a snow storm
The wicked church is hoping hip hop deteriorate
So I'm spazzing out like Michael J. Fox with a Shake
Curses the first day of my birth
They thirst for what my are worth
Once heard they'll scorch the Earth
They tried to burn me in this
It hurts inside this wicked