Luyện nghe bài hát Wicked Church

At time I'd like to welcome back my congregation
That's been waiting for me to distribute this information
About this rap game and it's quality
And stop Waka Flaka he ain't why your shit ain't blazing
Maybe about your lack of originality
And your content is a bragging right about your salary
Then you're mad at me 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 this art
Of course you ain't charging me, you're a with no horn
I'm at home 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 scrolls until there's bruises in my finger folds
I'm mad at Rubin, spit it crude enough to 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 vagina
Behind the stained glass windows pictures of angels
Where the holy water's been replaced with Judas to pray to
Following the maze
More crowded than Tiawan's whore houses on dollar
of being a pastor
Inside of this wicked I prove master
Curses the first day of my birth
thirst for what my words are worth
Once heard they'll scorch the Earth
They tried to me in this church
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 he's a
Monkey's dancing around, don't even speak
if they'd feel me even if they can
I'll spit into corny camp until my lips cramp
Fiscally I them
Make stand for Always See Chino XL Accumulating Publishing
Displaying mannerisms
That'll shatter catechism
More written compositions there's crucifies in the Vatican
Discouraging anyones adamant
Shooting, strangling, cherubims riding through Heaven on
books try to rent me
I'm very literate, never dressing like Bentley
I've had it up to here and nothing to fear
And fear fears Chino XL
Curses the first day of my birth
They thirst for what my words are
Once heard they'll scorch the Earth
tried to burn me in this church
It hurts inside this wicked
Medically sickness in my mental tissue
couldn't rescue
Even my issues have got
Giving every dollar I make to a
I'd rather have a bitch shave my balls with a razor
My hatred's creative, berated gospel
Spit enough acid, to give euthenasia to every youth in Asia
with most wicked behavior on the Earth's soil
Minister tried to baptise me, the water just started to
They worship Steve for creating the Apple invention
Ignoring the God that created the apple for our nutrition
Rapping about what you for your garments
Till fragile life is ripped apart by extreme violence
Shooting you through temple
Right through the window of E-book Kindle
While you're reading shamefully false Ann info
Skitzo, morbid, ominmous poems
your real estate agent I'm about to hit you close to home
You wearing them tight pants me
Why would a wanna give his sperm count an eulogy?
The Jesus spitting scriptures unmercifully
But born to parents that would have lost custody to Charlie
This industry is all
Rap skills invisible like albino niggas hitchhiking in a snow
The wicked church is hip hop will deteriorate
So I'm spazzing out like Michael J. Fox with a Shake
since the first day of my birth
They thirst for what my are worth
Once they're heard scorch the Earth
They tried to burn me in this
It hurts inside this church