Luyện nghe bài hát Broken Halo

The kid with the broken
The devil won't to let me go
It's true the letters that sent from school to my mother
Chino's too wild and does not play well with
Rappers and brainwash and need to be reminded
The Puerto Rican superhero no assembly
and agnostic, I torture you targeting my shit
Bastard be careful, like a with glasses in a mosh pit
I flow free, spit religiously with each
With lines than there are in Kimora Lee's neck
I'm sick with a pencil, he's
But fuck sticking a fork in him, stab him with kitchen utensil I can find
The brutalist, tutelage, proving it's in my jeans like true relig
The odds are slim to none you can live
You want to be me is not convincing
It'll be cool to be you, just to my beauty in three diminsions
Necessary, vengence, my religion
Only five that are worse for me to hear is
"Babe, I I'm pregnant."
It's nothing to murder cowards with a crowbar
And have them scared to the house for fear of death like Solar
I take credit for a ton of police, it's Chino's
Then carve my name in your and fill the wounds up with table salt
The mission, infiltrate the system or without guns
And choke you till your lungs have no like kings with no sons
The world me, "Go to Hell", alright I'll meet you there
Latino's don't cheat death, we defeat it fair and
Tearing your faggott ass in half and and try to diss me
You worth the urine particles existing in my piss stream
Since the cradle a word angel a broken halo
The kid with the halo
The won't seem to let me go
They say that fake's the new
I'll chop them up in suitcases, let the familiy pick one like it's Deal Or No
They try to get at me, bitter the kid out spit they
I'll have the studio literally littered with rapper's
of death, barbarian will impale
If God was a rapper He'd be Chino XL
Stuck up, snotty, known to body rappers
'em like Sampson with his eyes gouged out by the Phiilistines
Of my own style, I'm the father, Povich
Chino's so in the booth, I'm feeling clausterphobic
Free of the corporate theater, my heater is soon
If I you on stage you will not make it to your dressing room
They call me brutal cause I don't think a cop should you
get away with it, we shouldn't have it, come on, be truthful
My tried to get a grant to go to school
All he was granted was Fox News views of Oscar Grant in his
monsoon with a blow torch
You hold a candle
Y'all ain't no vandals wearing skinny jeans and Croc
My art will start panics
Will heartlessly go to the Zoo bear handed to tear apart Pandas
I wanna scalp these traitors and bring out my native
Cause revolution has never a spectator sport
Chino, the muscle fill will lay you down in a tomb
There be nowhere on your body that doesn't have a wound
I write like life inside of a cartoon
The fiendish, human Flytrap of raps is in full bloom
Heaven's on the payroll even with my halo
The kid with the broken
The devil seem to let me go