Luyện nghe bài hát Wicked Church

At this time I'd like to welcome back my
been waiting patient for me to distribute this information
About this rap and it's quality disintregration
And stop blaming Waka Flaka he ain't why your shit blazing
Maybe something about lack of originality
And your content is a constant bragging about your salary
Then you're mad at me when I burn a like a fat calorie
And I hurt you even worse, woman is feeling me fanatically
I push myself to the brink of this art form
Of course you ain't charging me, 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 bruises in my finger folds
I'm mad at Rubin, spit it crude enough to a riot
My mind's fried like everything in black and Latin people's
Psychotic, iconic, ironic,?
I'm provided with a lot of excited exotic
Behind the stained glass windows pictures of angels
Where the holy water's been replaced with blood to pray to
Following the maze
More than Tiawan's whore houses on dollar days
Point of a pastor
Inside of this wicked church I master
since the first day of my birth
They thirst for what my words are
Once they're heard they'll scorch the
They tried to burn me in this
It hurts inside wicked church
I've through a lot of things that would've made you quit
"Too puchlines. Chino rhymes too quick."
But if your favorite garbage artist did it a genius
Monkey's dancing around, don't even speak
Wonder if they'd feel me even if can
I'll spit into your corny camp my lips cramp
I punish them
Make ASCAP for Always See Chino XL Accumulating Publishing
mayhem mannerisms
That'll shatter catechism
More written compositions there's crucifies in the Vatican
Discouraging adamant arrogance
Shooting, strangling, cherubims riding through Heaven on
books try to rent me
I'm very literate, dressing like Farnsworth Bentley
I've had it up to here and there's to fear
And fear fears Chino XL
Curses since the day of my birth
They for what my words are worth
Once they're heard scorch the Earth
They to burn me in this church
It hurts inside wicked church
Medically it's sickness in my tissue
Psychiatrist rescue
my issues 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 enough acid, aiming to give euthenasia to every in Asia
Savor with wicked behavior on the Earth's soil
tried to baptise 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 your
your fragile life is ripped apart by extreme violence
Shooting you through temple
Right through the window of your E-book
While you're reading shamefully false Ann Coulter
Skitzo, morbid, poison poems
Call your real agent I'm about to hit you close to home
You wearing them pants confuses me
Why would a wanna give his sperm count an eulogy?
The Jesus spitting scriptures unmercifully
But born to parents would have lost custody to Charlie Sheen
industry is all wrong
Rap skills invisible albino niggas hitchhiking in a snow storm
The wicked church is hip hop will deteriorate
So I'm spazzing out Michael J. Fox with a Shake Weight
Curses since the day of my birth
thirst for what my words are worth
Once they're they'll scorch the Earth
They tried to burn me in this
It inside this wicked church