Luyện nghe bài hát Wicked Church

At this I'd like to welcome back my congregation
That's waiting patient for me to distribute this information
About this rap and it's quality disintregration
And stop blaming Waka Flaka he ain't why shit ain't blazing
Maybe something about your of originality
And your content is a constant bragging right about your
Then mad at me when I burn a verse like a fat calorie
And I hurt you even worse, your is feeling me fanatically
Dramatically I push myself to the brink of art form
Of course you ain't me, you're a rhinoceros with no horn
I'm monsterous at home in a conflict
My natural tone is hazardous then slash gashes through your 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 enough 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 excited exotic
Behind the stained glass windows with pictures of
Where the water's been 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 church I prove
Curses since the day of my birth
They thirst for what my words are
Once they're heard they'll the Earth
They tried to burn me in this
It hurts inside this church
I've been a lot of things that would've made you quit
"Too puchlines. Chino rhymes too quick."
But if your favorite garbage artist did it a genius
dancing around, don't even speak English
Wonder if they'd me even if they can
spit into your corny camp until my lips cramp
Fiscally I punish
Make ASCAP stand for Always See Chino XL Publishing
Displaying mayhem
That'll shatter your
More written compositions there's crucifies in the Vatican
Discouraging adamant arrogance
Shooting, strangling, cherubims riding through on chariots
books try to rent me
I'm literate, never dressing like Farnsworth Bentley
had it up to here and there's nothing to fear
And even fear fears XL
Curses the first day of my birth
They thirst for what my words are
they're heard they'll scorch the Earth
They tried to me in this church
It hurts this wicked church
it's sickness in my mental tissue
Psychiatrist rescue
Even my issues have got
every dollar I make to a major
I'd rather have a blind bitch shave my with a razor
My creative, berated gospel singers
Spit enough acid, aiming to euthenasia to every youth in Asia
Savor with most behavior on the Earth's soil
Minister tried to baptise me, the water started to boil
They worship Steve Jobs for creating the Apple
Ignoring the God that created the actual apple for our
Rapping about what you for your garments
Till your fragile life is apart by extreme violence
you through your temple
Right through the window of your Kindle
While you're reading shamefully Ann Coulter info
Skitzo, morbid, ominmous poems
Call your real agent I'm about to hit you close to home
You them tight pants confuses me
Why would a nigga give his sperm count an eulogy?
The Jesus spitting scriptures unmercifully
But born to parents that would have lost 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 Michael J. Fox with a Shake Weight
Curses since the day of my birth
thirst for what my words are worth
Once they're heard scorch the Earth
They to burn me in this church
It hurts inside this wicked