Luyện nghe bài hát Wicked Church

At this time I'd to welcome back my congregation
That's waiting patient for me to distribute this information
About this rap game and it's disintregration
And stop blaming Waka Flaka he ain't why your shit ain't
Maybe something about lack of originality
And your content is a bragging right about your salary
Then you're mad at me when I burn a like 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 me, you're a rhinoceros with no horn
I'm monsterous at home in a conflict
My natural is hazardous 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 crude enough to start a
My mind's fried like everything in black and Latin 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 been replaced with blood to pray to
Following the maze
More crowded than Tiawan's whore on dollar days
Point of being a
Inside of this church I prove master
since the first day of my birth
They thirst for my words are worth
Once they're they'll scorch the Earth
They tried to burn me in this
It inside this wicked church
I've been through a lot of things would've made you quit
"Too many puchlines. Chino too quick."
But if favorite garbage artist did it he's a genius
Monkey's dancing around, don't speak English
if they'd feel me even if they can
I'll spit into your corny camp until my cramp
I punish them
Make ASCAP for Always See Chino XL Accumulating Publishing
Displaying mannerisms
shatter your catechism
More written compositions there's crucifies in the Vatican
anyones adamant arrogance
Shooting, strangling, cherubims riding through on chariots
Library books try to me
I'm very literate, dressing like Farnsworth Bentley
had it up to here and there's nothing to fear
And even fear fears XL
since the first day of my birth
They for what my words are worth
Once they're heard they'll the Earth
tried to burn me in this church
It hurts inside wicked church
Medically it's sickness in my tissue
Psychiatrist rescue
Even my have got issues
Giving every I make to a major
I'd rather have a blind bitch my balls with a razor
My hatred's creative, gospel singers
Spit enough acid, aiming to give euthenasia to every in Asia
with most wicked behavior on the Earth's soil
Minister tried to baptise me, the water just to boil
They worship Steve Jobs for the Apple invention
the God that created the actual apple for our nutrition
Rapping about what you for your garments
Till your fragile life is ripped by extreme violence
Shooting you through temple
through the window of your E-book Kindle
While you're reading shamefully Ann Coulter info
Skitzo, morbid, ominmous poems
Call your estate agent I'm about to hit you close to home
You wearing tight pants confuses me
Why would a nigga wanna give his sperm count an
The Lyric Jesus scriptures unmercifully
But to parents that would have lost custody to Charlie Sheen
industry is all wrong
Rap skills invisible like albino niggas hitchhiking in a storm
The wicked is hoping hip hop will deteriorate
So I'm spazzing out like Michael J. Fox a Shake Weight
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 hurts inside this church