Luyện nghe bài hát Wicked Church

At this time I'd to welcome back my congregation
That's been waiting patient for me to distribute information
About this rap game and quality disintregration
And stop blaming Waka Flaka he ain't why shit ain't blazing
Maybe about your lack of originality
And your content is a constant bragging right about your
you're mad at me when I burn a verse like a fat calorie
And I hurt you worse, your woman is feeling me fanatically
Dramatically I 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 answer the
"Hello. Can you me back?"
I'm blowed and scribe until there's bruises in my finger folds
I'm mad at Rubin, spit it crude to start a riot
My mind's fried like everything in and Latin people's diets
Psychotic, iconic, ironic,?
I'm provided with a lot of exotic vagina
Behind the stained glass with pictures of angels
the holy water's been replaced with Judas blood to pray to
Following the maze
More crowded Tiawan's whore houses on dollar days
Point of a pastor
Inside of wicked church I prove master
since the first day of my birth
They for what my words are worth
they're heard they'll scorch the Earth
They tried to burn me in this
It hurts this wicked church
I've been through a lot of things would've made you quit
"Too many puchlines. Chino too quick."
But if your favorite garbage did it he's a genius
Monkey's dancing around, even speak English
Wonder if they'd feel me even if can
I'll spit into your camp until my lips cramp
Fiscally I punish
Make ASCAP stand for Always See Chino XL Accumulating
Displaying mayhem
That'll shatter your
More written compositions than there's in the Vatican
anyones adamant arrogance
Shooting, strangling, riding through Heaven on chariots
Library try to rent me
I'm very literate, never like Farnsworth Bentley
I've had it up to here and nothing to fear
And even fear Chino XL
Curses the first day of my birth
They thirst for what my words are
Once heard they'll scorch the Earth
They tried to burn me in this
It inside this wicked church
it's sickness in my mental tissue
Psychiatrist rescue
my issues have got issues
Giving dollar I make to a major
I'd rather have a bitch shave my balls with a razor
My hatred's creative, berated singers
Spit enough acid, aiming to give to every youth in Asia
Savor with most behavior on the Earth's soil
Minister tried to me, the water just started to boil
They worship Steve Jobs for the Apple invention
the God that created the actual apple for our nutrition
Rapping about what you paid for garments
Till your fragile life is ripped apart by violence
Shooting you through temple
Right through the window of your E-book
While reading shamefully false Ann Coulter info
Skitzo, morbid, ominmous poison
your real estate agent I'm about to hit you close to home
You wearing them pants confuses me
Why would a nigga wanna give his count an eulogy?
The Lyric Jesus scriptures unmercifully
But born to parents that would lost custody to Charlie Sheen
This is all wrong
Rap invisible like albino niggas hitchhiking in a snow storm
The wicked is hoping hip hop will deteriorate
So I'm spazzing out Michael J. Fox with a Shake Weight
Curses the first day of my birth
They thirst for what my words are
Once they're heard they'll scorch the
They to burn me in this church
It hurts inside wicked church