Luyện nghe bài hát Church

Welcome, welcome! All you ninjas!
Come on in and make some
on over, now!
Go - watch out for the head!
The baby... You about to head the in the head.
Why you take up both seats?
move on over!
Lets the show
We have a guest tonight... He goes by the name of Chris Webby
Now, this you man, hails Connecticut
After six
After half a million
After 20 YouTube views
Countless sold out
And a satisfied fan!
All you ninjas, give a warm to your... Chris Webby

You see I'm now
Shovel in hand I dug from the
Lyrical artillery with forty-dozen rounds
They used to run mouth
Shit, they Daffy now!
out spittin'
First photo was my ultrasound
Throwin' up my fingers in my Mother's uterus
fire off of the top
Mount
Always disturbing the peace
They said I was
Crazy, unpredictable, nutty, but never stupid,
Smart guy like Taj eatin' pot brownies
On the run for beats 'till the f*ckin' cops found me
On the loose
Apple and gin
Out manouverin' my
Leave 'em with in
Cut 'em up
Cause my flow is sharper than
Maximus, Decimus, Maridius to these
Gladiator in the
Swinging for f*cking neck
Slicing up these
While you b*tches can even cut a
Up next, stop, success, like,

Now hold on, now hold up, hold on now, on...
You gots to teach these how to rap.
Cause what these out here is doing, is not rap. It's wack
You got to show the multi-syllable schemes
You got to show the air-tight flow
You got to them, them punchlines
Now get on in and do your thing, son!

Everything I do, I do it with
Werewolf with a moon in the dark
a f*cking human apart
I'm stupidly
on the east
But my music made a expansion something like Lewis and Clark
up the musical charts
And me off?
That's like Bullseye from losing at darts
I'm a crazy motherf*cker
Who was bred to be a monster, since the eighties
I'm inclined
Put my in my rhymes
pumpin' hip-hop
You can it in my lines
Rollin' a bunch of goons
we grindin' on
And we All
You can me up on Cybertron
I am on
Bad Evil-er
That's how the cookie crumbles
Keebler!
Mark my words
They told me that I should be
But now my pockets beefed up
I'm going vegan, sir
Grindin' 'till the f*ckin' day I breathing