Luyện nghe bài hát John Cena - Untouchables (John Cena)

[John
The untouchable cat whose is right
I can be mistaken for the and silent type
My violence bites tight like it was teeth
I'm hammerin chief, opponents beef, you're put to sleep
My radical brain, run your terrain, I'm comin again
It's simple and plain, hurtin, there's no numbin the pain
Warpin your frame to convex with ill
Still flex, kill specs on decks
Mic checks, and reps, collect all live bets
We'll see how bright the get
The illest attack, I fight artillery Jack
And physically smack them humble
You stumble and fumble, so I gain
Music in cycles, natural progression
lesson is taught when records are bought
Analyzed for lies and fillers,
Gorillas make scrilla if the correct
All you need is a hook, and a to collect
cred but respect MC's before me
Don't blast the back heat but the streets, can't me
Hands nice, I rock wigpiece, leave your hard rep soft
like when Miami left the Big East..

[Chorus
Bust
know my steez, yo we raisin the bar
Assassinate the
Y'all my steez, Trademark and John Cena
Assassinate the
know my steez, yo we raisin the bar
Assassinate the
Y'all know my steez, Trademark and Cena
the mainstream

I calculate between the hi-hat, the
The slideback, the scene that, Trademark
raps through divine contact
The synpase to climb a syntax error/era, clever
We find Trademark's photo ID the letters
Your rhymes are general played, minimal
eyes was blinded by the signs of federal banks
You your focus of function
'Member back when MC's to spit and say (shit) that meant somethin
The mainstream remained
Then the corporate became the same dream
And I leaned back below the
Mappin out the warfare schemes
To sweep through the lethal, to meet you
Delete too, restrictions
Cause labels need candy-ass rappers so the populars can
Not the system
The last talented that lost they status
Real raps end up gratis tracks on mixtapes that never
executives and marketing schemes
Designed rims, hoes and music, and bed in
I know the can tell, I see through the image
Mainstream acts is
I want hard beats, basslines, and lyrics vivid
A voice within it, tellin me real rap is comin back and boy livid
I it, I breathe it, I live it
I cornered the scene and I bring
You ain't worth your weight, never the cost of post-production
of Trademark, the poet laureate
Through the of reason
Rhyme forever, but out the 7 iller proud to beat in

[Chorus] - to fade