Luyện nghe bài hát Wicked Church

At this time I'd like to welcome my congregation
That's been waiting for me to distribute this information
About this rap game and quality disintregration
And stop blaming Waka Flaka he ain't why shit ain't blazing
Maybe something about your of originality
And content is a constant bragging right about your salary
Then you're mad at me when I burn a verse a fat calorie
And I hurt you worse, your woman is feeling me fanatically
I push myself to the brink of this art form
Of course you charging me, you're a rhinoceros with no horn
I'm monsterous at in a conflict 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 folds
I'm mad at Rubin, spit it enough to start a riot
My fried like everything in black and Latin people's diets
Psychotic, iconic, ironic,?
I'm provided a lot of excited exotic vagina
Behind the stained glass with pictures of angels
Where the holy water's been replaced Judas blood to pray to
Following the maze
More than Tiawan's whore houses on dollar days
Point of a pastor
Inside of wicked church I prove master
Curses since the 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 hurts inside wicked church
I've been through a lot of things that made you quit
"Too puchlines. Chino rhymes too quick."
But if your favorite garbage artist did it he's a
Monkey's dancing around, don't even speak
Wonder if they'd me even if they can
I'll spit your corny camp until my lips cramp
I punish them
Make ASCAP for Always See Chino XL Accumulating Publishing
Displaying mayhem
That'll your catechism
More written compositions there's crucifies in the Vatican
Discouraging adamant arrogance
Shooting, strangling, riding through Heaven on chariots
Library books try to me
I'm literate, never dressing like Farnsworth Bentley
I've had it up to here and there's to fear
And fear fears Chino XL
since the first day of my birth
They thirst for what my are worth
Once they're heard they'll scorch the
They to burn me in this church
It hurts inside wicked church
it's sickness in my mental tissue
Psychiatrist rescue
Even my have 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 acid, aiming to give euthenasia to every youth in Asia
Savor with most wicked behavior on the soil
Minister to baptise me, the water just started to boil
They worship Steve for creating the Apple invention
Ignoring the God that the actual apple for our nutrition
Rapping about you paid for your garments
Till your fragile life is ripped by extreme violence
Shooting you your temple
Right through the window of E-book Kindle
While you're reading shamefully Ann Coulter info
Skitzo, morbid, ominmous poems
Call your real estate agent I'm to hit you close to home
You wearing them tight confuses me
Why a nigga wanna give his sperm count an eulogy?
The Lyric Jesus spitting scriptures
But born to parents that would have lost to Charlie Sheen
industry is all wrong
Rap skills invisible like albino niggas hitchhiking in a storm
The wicked church is hoping hip hop deteriorate
So I'm spazzing out Michael J. Fox with a Shake Weight
since 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 inside this wicked church