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 bites tight like it was vampire's teeth
I'm hammerin chief, with beef, you're put to sleep
My radical brain, will run your terrain, I'm again
It's simple and plain, you're hurtin, there's no numbin the
Warpin your frame to convex ill techs
Still flex, specs on cassette decks
Mic checks, and tight reps, collect all bets
We'll see how the lights get
The illest attack, I fight with artillery
And physically smack them humble
You and fumble, so I gain posession
Music in cycles, natural progression
Thugonomics lesson is taught 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 before me
Don't blast the back heat but the streets, ignore me
Hands nice, I rock your wigpiece, your hard rep soft
Just when Miami left the Big East..

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

I calculate the hi-hat, the bassline
The slideback, the decides that, Trademark
raps through divine contact
The synpase to a syntax error/era, define clever
We find photo ID below the letters
Your rhymes are played, minimal blank
Your was blinded by the signs of federal banks
You lost focus of function
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 below the scene
out the future warfare schemes
To sweep through the lethal, to meet you
Delete too, editorial
Cause labels need rappers so the populars can listen
Not the caste
The talented cats that lost they status
Real raps end up gratis tracks on mixtapes never sell
Cause executives and schemes
Designed rims, and music, and bed in jail
I know the veterans can tell, I see the image
Mainstream acts is
I want hard beats, basslines, and lyrics that's
A voice within it, tellin me 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 of post-production
of Trademark, the poet laureate
Through the duction of
Rhyme forever, but out the 7 iller proud to beat in

[Chorus] - to fade