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
the serpent tempted Eve
Making it rain for seven days and seven
Had several beats and careers and several fights
My lyrical rites make spine hottest
My rhymes stand out a white boy on the Globetrotters
Only child up, selfish
Buy my records and shine my shoes, a nigga like Elvis
Ancient, melodic, messiah
Make MC's heads bob like Muhammad Ali's Parkinson's disease
Flows you get in
Louder than Michael Irvin when snortin'
Taking a time to talk my mommy into giving an abortion
I don't want to you wack motherfuckers hating me
is Australian they're so far beneath me
Ever since Pac dissed me, tried to front on me
Now I'm so vain/vein you could probably draw blood me
So why you
I'm embezzling more than Kareem Abdul-Jabbar's accountant
And spitting blood like Gene Simmons but irrelevant
This industry I go away like Arrested Development
Smilin(?) in a
Now got me on rewind to dig up a piece of my mind
But if y'all dig any deeper you not like what you find
Pac and I cried but I'mma represent it
it comes to dissing my shit make Makaveli sound like Macarena
Jesus Christ immunity
Got you apologizing like Marlon Brando did the whole Jewish
Hiding like Anne Frank, your mind is like I wrote Mein Kampf
Changing rhymes to bread with one wave of my hands
Son of God, defy me better have a army
Or make to leave America using the maps of Marcus Garvey
up off me, nah nigga it ain't all good
My name is offa more than Lexuses is Puerto Rican neighborhoods
Make you the fuck up, like wifey when the fight's on
Lyrical Jesus, I got Satan sleeping with the on
I have before man and will exist after man
I am an everyman yet I am no man I am a God
odd
But my talent is
So I rise on the and the good
And on the righteous and the unrighteous

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

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

Rappers stepping to me...they wanna get
But I'm XL so yo, you the outcome
Another victory, keep that gun in your
My rhymes is off the wall like my Big Daddy Kane
I gets a lot of love the beat searchers it man
as recycled bullshit but you're leaving as a Chino fan
That's how I know I'm nobody believes in me
I make you while I stand in handicapped parking legally
Erik Estrada chips
Handling to get rich
I'm going overboard strong-willed Africans off of ships
Illest lyrics ever invented, it, meant it
hearing more claps than inside a Vietnam V.D. clinic, get it?
Listen 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 Luther King's lines
minds mass phenomenon, starving like Ramadan
If lines was episodes of Star Trek you couldn't Kling-on
out metaphor
Got coast bitches saying "No he didn't"
While down bitches be like "Oh no, hell no"
I a man blind
So he didn't have to witness the wickedness of gone cold
Falling off on like Bob Dole
Chronic keep my
good and evil are having a custody battle over my soul
Like Macaulay Culkin's
My hair's lamb's wool, so fuck what your friends say
You don't want to get off on the wrong foot Kunta Kente
So now it's down, ta-dow
Niggas learn how to rhyme
Before they tell the lyrical Jesus he bow down
your enemies, even in the lion's den
Turn them to a pillar of salt, forgive them Father they know not why sin
Niggas sideways, and I've been that in the past
But now I'm half past giving a
And at a quarter 'til I'mma your fucking ass!

Just

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

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