Luyện nghe bài hát Wicked Church

At this I'd like to welcome back my congregation
been waiting patient for me to distribute this information
About this rap game and quality disintregration
And stop blaming Waka Flaka he ain't why your ain't blazing
Maybe something about your lack of
And your content is a constant bragging right your salary
you're mad at me when I burn a verse like a fat calorie
And I you even worse, your woman is feeling me fanatically
Dramatically I push myself to the brink of art form
Of course you ain't charging me, a rhinoceros with no horn
I'm monsterous at home in a conflict
My natural is hazardous then slash gashes through your blood and bone
So I answer the
"Hello. Can you me back?"
I'm blowed and scribe scrolls until bruises in my finger folds
I'm mad at Rubin, spit it crude enough to start a
My mind's fried like everything in black and Latin diets
Psychotic, iconic, ironic,?
I'm provided with a lot of exotic vagina
Behind the stained windows with pictures of angels
Where the holy water's replaced with Judas blood to pray to
the father's maze
More crowded than Tiawan's whore houses on dollar
of being a pastor
Inside of wicked church I prove master
since the first day of my birth
They for what my words are worth
they're heard they'll scorch the Earth
They tried to burn me in church
It hurts inside wicked church
I've been through a lot of that would've made you quit
"Too many puchlines. Chino too quick."
But if favorite garbage artist did it he's a genius
Monkey's dancing around, don't even English
Wonder if they'd feel me even if can
I'll spit into your camp until my lips cramp
Fiscally I punish
Make ASCAP stand for See Chino XL Accumulating Publishing
Displaying mayhem
That'll shatter catechism
More written compositions than there's crucifies in the
anyones adamant arrogance
Shooting, strangling, cherubims riding Heaven on chariots
Library books try to me
I'm very literate, never dressing like Farnsworth
had it up to here and there's nothing to fear
And even fear Chino XL
Curses since the first day of my
They thirst for what my are worth
Once heard they'll scorch the Earth
tried to burn me in this church
It hurts this wicked church
Medically it's sickness in my mental
Psychiatrist couldn't
Even my have got issues
every dollar I make to a major
I'd rather have a blind shave my balls with a razor
My creative, berated gospel singers
Spit enough acid, aiming to euthenasia to every youth in Asia
Savor with most wicked behavior on the Earth's
Minister tried to baptise me, the just started to boil
They Steve Jobs for creating the Apple invention
Ignoring the God created the actual apple for our nutrition
Rapping about what you paid for your
Till fragile life is ripped apart by extreme violence
you through your temple
Right through the window of E-book Kindle
While you're reading shamefully false Ann info
Skitzo, morbid, ominmous poison
Call your real estate agent I'm to hit you close to home
You wearing them pants confuses me
Why would a nigga wanna give his sperm an eulogy?
The Lyric Jesus spitting scriptures
But born to parents that would lost custody to Charlie Sheen
This industry is all
Rap skills invisible like niggas hitchhiking in a snow storm
The wicked church is hoping hip hop deteriorate
So I'm spazzing out like Michael J. Fox with a Shake
Curses since the day of my birth
thirst for what my words are worth
Once heard they'll scorch the Earth
They tried to burn me in church
It hurts inside this church