Luyện nghe bài hát Church

Big word
multiple
Doctor Kill, the rap dosage
stamped, signed, sealed, delivered
Distributed out the hood, muthafucka, what's good?
Exciting, unorthodox, biting, ought to stop
Fuck it, now I'm to box
You got 22 tattoos, you
You tattoo much, touch like 2Pac, dude, that
saliva, out the side of ya face
I trying to be rude
But dude, you fruit, so I gotta make
(Jesus has all the time)
Yeah, all praises due to the rhyme, ya'll is foul
Fuck it, Sean'll shoot two the line
Two for the nine, I leave lead in ya jaw and ya
These ain't ready for war, let 'em know

ain't for retardation
In it's realest form in rap, street car racing
Rebellious,
heat blazing

After that, I Caucasians, in the streets all taping shit up
They could be trying to ya faces back together
You on playing,
Yeah, The Choir, luger lifting your name
The word-a-matician, magician,
David Blaine on chain
Oops upside your head, we smack you oops upside your
You wearing suits and a towel on head
And eating soup with the noodles and
Ok, new word, respeckanize my and g-dentials
You scared to fire, banging face through ya Jeep window
Get ya window shot up, in a residential
And left, a ocean and
you
This time it's the principality,
You a point to prove, put the pistol back, you'se a
Push your shit all the way off, a producer
Yeah, pussy, that's you,
All that yackety yackety, teeth, where the animals be
You get your ass beat, baddily, gradilly, P,
Master
See all kind of red on ya face like bad acne
Nappy to be praying for ya niggas
While I'm getting my vulture on, preying on bitches
(Ruck, Rock, N Roll, get you both on this collar hydro)
that's how I got my Bronx bitch, she breakdance and
bomb
The fifty pop blocker, giving me bar bread
you car banger, and she go all way
She gone, go where I say, she know ya'll stay, suckas

Yeah, ya'll 'ready to die', blast the sket
And then you realize, ain't no fucking 'life death'
your chest with a fucking medicine ball
You think you nice, but I'm than ya'll
Listen, Tee on the beat, Loudmouf is the Choir
Heltah Skeltah on they job, and you is fired
The fire supplier, your squad
Nigga, I'm dope like the tits on Oz, get nod off