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

[John
The untouchable cat whose style is
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, put to sleep
My radical brain, will run 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 cassette
Mic checks, and reps, collect all live bets
see how bright the lights get
The attack, I fight with artillery Jack
And physically them verbally humble
You stumble and fumble, so I gain
Music moves in cycles, natural
Thugonomics lesson is taught records are bought
for lies and fillers, nowadays
Gorillas make scrilla if the market's
All you need is a hook, and a hand to
Lack cred but MC's before me
Don't blast the heat but the streets, can't ignore me
Hands nice, I rock your wigpiece, leave hard rep soft
Just like when left the Big East..

*scratched*]
Bust
Y'all my steez, yo we raisin the bar
the mainstream
Y'all know my steez, Trademark and John
the mainstream
Y'all my steez, yo we raisin the bar
the mainstream
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 are general played, minimal blank
Your eyes was blinded by the signs of banks
You your focus of function
'Member back when MC's used to spit and say (shit) that meant
The remained clean
Then the corporate industry became the dream
And I back below the scene
Mappin out the warfare schemes
To sweep through the streets lethal, to you
Delete too, editorial
Cause labels need rappers so the populars can listen
Not the caste
The last talented cats lost they status
Real raps end up gratis tracks on mixtapes that never
executives and marketing schemes
Designed rims, and music, and bed in jail
I know the can tell, I see through the image
Mainstream is timid
I want hard beats, basslines, and that's vivid
A voice within it, tellin me real rap is comin and boy it's livid
I want it, I it, I live it
I cornered the and I bring destruction
You ain't your 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

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