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

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

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

I calculate the hi-hat, the bassline
The slideback, the scene that, Trademark
designed through divine contact
The synpase to climb a syntax error/era, define
We find photo ID below the letters
Your rhymes are played, minimal blank
Your eyes was blinded by the signs of banks
You lost focus of function
'Member back when MC's used to and say (shit) that meant somethin
The mainstream remained
Then the industry became the same dream
And I leaned below the scene
Mappin out the future warfare
To sweep through the lethal, to meet you
too, editorial restrictions
Cause labels need candy-ass so the populars can listen
Not the system
The talented cats that lost they status
Real end up gratis tracks on mixtapes that never sell
executives and marketing schemes
Designed rims, hoes and music, and bed in
I know the veterans can tell, I see through the
acts is timid
I want hard beats, basslines, and lyrics that's
A voice it, tellin me real rap is comin back and boy it's livid
I it, I breathe it, I live it
I cornered the and I bring destruction
You ain't worth your weight, never mind the cost of
Introduction of Trademark, the poet
the duction of reason
Rhyme forever, but born out the 7 proud to beat in

- repeat to fade