Luyện nghe bài hát Wicked Church

At this time I'd like to welcome back my
That's waiting patient for me to distribute this information
About this rap game and it's quality
And stop blaming Waka Flaka he ain't why your shit ain't
Maybe something about lack of originality
And your content is a constant bragging right about your
Then you're mad at me when I burn a verse a fat calorie
And I you even worse, your woman is feeling me fanatically
I push myself to the brink of this art form
Of course you ain't charging me, you're a rhinoceros with no
I'm monsterous at in a conflict zone
My natural tone is hazardous then slash 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 folds
I'm mad at Rubin, spit it crude to start a riot
My mind's fried like everything in black and people's diets
Psychotic, iconic, ironic,?
I'm provided with a lot of excited vagina
Behind the stained windows 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 on dollar days
Point of a pastor
Inside of this wicked church I master
Curses since the first day of my
They thirst for what my words are
they're heard they'll scorch the Earth
They tried to burn me in church
It inside this wicked church
I've been a lot of things that would've made you quit
"Too many puchlines. Chino too quick."
But if your garbage artist did it he's a genius
dancing around, don't even speak English
Wonder if they'd me even if they can
I'll spit into your corny camp my lips cramp
Fiscally I punish
Make ASCAP stand for See Chino XL Accumulating Publishing
mayhem mannerisms
That'll shatter catechism
More compositions than there's crucifies in the Vatican
Discouraging anyones adamant
Shooting, strangling, cherubims through Heaven on chariots
Library books try to me
I'm very literate, never like Farnsworth Bentley
I've had it up to and there's nothing to fear
And even fear Chino XL
Curses the first day of my birth
They thirst for what my are worth
Once they're heard scorch the Earth
They tried to me in this church
It hurts inside this wicked
it's sickness in my mental tissue
Psychiatrist couldn't
Even my issues got issues
Giving dollar I make to a major
I'd rather a blind bitch shave my balls with a razor
My hatred's creative, berated gospel
Spit enough acid, aiming to give euthenasia to every youth in
Savor with most behavior on the Earth's soil
Minister to baptise me, the water just started to boil
They worship Steve Jobs for the Apple invention
Ignoring the God that created the actual apple for our
Rapping about what you paid for garments
Till your fragile life is ripped apart by extreme
Shooting you through your
through the window of your E-book Kindle
While you're reading shamefully false Ann info
Skitzo, morbid, poison poems
Call your estate 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 Lyric Jesus spitting unmercifully
But born to that would have lost custody to Charlie Sheen
This industry is all
Rap skills invisible albino niggas hitchhiking in a snow storm
The wicked church is hoping hip hop deteriorate
So I'm spazzing out like Michael J. Fox a Shake Weight
Curses since the first day of my
They thirst for my words are worth
Once heard they'll scorch the Earth
They tried to burn me in this
It hurts inside wicked church