Luyện nghe bài hát Jesus

They me lyrical...Jesus
call me lyrical...Jesus
I'm second to...Jesus
I'm lyrical...Jesus

Now as I'm peeling myself down off of the
Smiling like in the den of thieves tempting bitches
Like the tempted Eve
it rain for seven days and seven nights
Had several beats and several careers and fights
My lyrical rites make your spine
My rhymes stand out like a boy on the Globetrotters
child stuck up, selfish
Buy my records and my shoes, treat a nigga like Elvis
Ancient, melodic, messiah
Make MC's heads bob like Ali's from Parkinson's disease
you get lost in
Louder than Michael Irvin when snortin'
Taking a time machien to talk my mommy into an abortion
I don't want to hear you wack hating me
Niggas is Australian so far beneath me
Ever Pac dissed me, Jersey tried to front on me
Now I'm so vain/vein you probably draw blood from me
So why you
I'm embezzling more money than Kareem Abdul-Jabbar's
And spitting blood like Gene Simmons but irrelevant
This industry I go away like Arrested Development
Smilin(?) in a
Now they got me on to dig up a piece of my mind
But if y'all dig any deeper you might not what you find
Pac died and I but I'mma represent it
When it comes to dissing my make Makaveli sound like Macarena
Christ superstar immunity
Got you apologizing like Marlon Brando did the whole Jewish
Hiding like Anne Frank, your is stomped like I wrote Mein Kampf
Changing stone rhymes to bread with one wave of my
Son of God, defy me better have a whole
Or make plans to leave using the maps of Marcus Garvey
Back up off me, nah nigga it all good
My name is offa more blocks than Lexuses is Puerto neighborhoods
Make you shut the fuck up, like wifey when the on
Lyrical Jesus, I got sleeping with the lights on
I have existed before man and exist after man
I am an yet I am no man therefore I am a God
odd
But my talent is
So I rise on the wicked and the
And rain on the righteous and the

They me lyrical...Jesus
I'm a spiritual...Jesus
I'm only to...Jesus

Straigt up, yo Kurt drop old school shit
an old beat so we can reminsce on something check it

Rappers to me...they wanna get some
But I'm XL so yo, you know the
Another victory, keep that gun in your
My rhymes is off the wall like my Big Daddy poster
I gets a lot of love the beat searchers it man
Come as bullshit but you're leaving as a Chino fan
That's how I I'm God; nobody believes in me
I make you wait while I stand in handicapped legally
Erik Estrada making
Handling to get rich
I'm going overboard strong-willed Africans off of ships
lyrics ever invented, said it, meant it
You're hearing more than inside a Vietnam V.D. clinic, get it?
inattentive and get no wins
Don't make me get beside myself like identical
My cynical friends still quoting my old rhymes, my mind is a gold
The shit is bugged like Martin King's phone lines
Closed minds mass phenomenon, like Ramadan
If lines was episodes of Trek you niggas couldn't Kling-on
out metaphor
Got east coast bitches "No he didn't"
down south bitches be like "Oh no, hell no"
I made a man
So he didn't have to witness the wickedness of world gone
off on stages like Bob Dole
Chronic keep my
Cause good and evil are a custody battle over my soul
Macaulay Culkin's parents
My hair's like lamb's wool, so fuck what your say
You don't want to get off on the foot like Kunta Kente
So now going down, ta-dow
Niggas learn how to rhyme
Before they tell the lyrical Jesus he should bow
Love enemies, even in the lion's den
Turn them to a of salt, forgive them Father they know not why they sin
coming sideways, and I've been that in the past
But now I'm past giving a shit
And at a quarter 'til I'mma bust fucking ass!

chill

They me lyrical...Jesus
They me lyrical...Jesus
I'm only to...Jesus
call me lyrical...Jesus

I'm rappers to...
Guess I have to explain one too.