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

[John
The untouchable cat whose style is
I can be mistaken for the smooth and silent
My violence tight like it was vampire's teeth
I'm hammerin chief, with beef, you're put to sleep
My radical brain, will run terrain, I'm comin again
It's and plain, you're hurtin, there's no numbin the pain
Warpin your frame to with ill techs
flex, kill specs on cassette decks
Mic checks, and reps, collect all live bets
see how bright the lights get
The illest attack, I fight with Jack
And physically smack verbally humble
You stumble and fumble, so I gain
moves in cycles, natural progression
Thugonomics is taught when records are bought
for lies and fillers, nowadays
Gorillas make scrilla if the correct
All you need is a hook, and a hand to
Lack cred but MC's before me
Don't the back heat 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
know my steez, yo we raisin the bar
Assassinate the
Y'all know my steez, Trademark and John
the mainstream
Y'all know my steez, yo we the bar
Assassinate the
Y'all my steez, Trademark and John Cena
Assassinate the

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

[Chorus] - to fade