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

[John
The untouchable cat style is right
I can be mistaken for the smooth and type
My violence bites tight like it was vampire's
I'm chief, opponents with beef, you're put to sleep
My radical brain, will run your terrain, I'm comin
It's and plain, you're hurtin, there's no numbin the pain
Warpin frame to convex with ill techs
Still flex, kill on cassette decks
Mic checks, and tight reps, collect all bets
see how bright the lights get
The illest attack, I fight with artillery
And physically smack them verbally
You and fumble, so I gain posession
Music in cycles, natural progression
Thugonomics is taught when records are bought
Analyzed for and fillers, nowadays
make scrilla if the market's correct
All you need is a hook, and a hand to
Lack cred but respect before me
Don't blast the back but the streets, can't ignore me
nice, I rock your wigpiece, leave your hard rep soft
Just like when left the Big East..

*scratched*]
Bust
Y'all know my steez, yo we the bar
Assassinate the
Y'all know my steez, Trademark and John
Assassinate the
Y'all know my steez, yo we the bar
the mainstream
Y'all know my steez, Trademark and John
Assassinate the

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

[Chorus] - to fade